This Rain by Llewellyn McKinnie McKernan

Featured Poet

This rain

has the voice

of a wild animal, the dazzle

of Picasso, flesh

tender as the inside of a woman’s

arm when she’s

baking bread in the oven.

With its mushroom

coat, its show-biz patter, its way

of tripping

the light fantastic, it seizes every

thing within

reach, as if it were rifling the vaults in

the Smithsonian

for the Hope Diamond, only to let it

slip through its fingers

at the last moment, so wet and clumsy!