GYPSY RAIN

It was past midnight when the rain,

For so long absent from the city,

Revisited my window pane

And tap danced like a gypsy



Announcing that their caravan

Of covered clouds had crossed the stars

And winds cried out as they began

To set up misty wet bazaars.



I watched the belly dancing shimmer

That writhed upon the glass and caught

Stray ambient light’s sedated vigor

The coin tossed out with which I bought



A peek at streams dressed in the cloth

Of night air’s mercury that blows

In pearly black wave wings of moths

Which all about sleep’s candle flows.