poems for a rainy night
Jim Harrison & Ted Kooser (from Braided Creek: A Conversation in Poetry):
Why do I behave so badly?
Just because. That’s still
a good answer.The drunken man
spills most of his importance
on his shoes.Raindrops on your glasses;
there you go again,
reading the clouds.The birds,
confused by rain clouds,
think it’s evening.
(via my brother, several Christmases ago)
