Imminent rain              I didn’t believe in        finds me walking down 4th     as the reluctant air begins losing itself— it can’t quite hold together        changing state         as surely as faith       once it’s begun to let go.       Mist anoints my skin   shrouds my hair   catches in funnel-webs   spun     over the shrubs     hedges     rosebushes,       beading tiny necklaces … Continue reading →