Howie Good

Rain City

Just because
some days
are better
than others

doesn’t mean
any day
is particularly
good,

like today
when
the tinny
sound
of rain

overlays
everything
we say

and
windows
frame
trees that

in the
sodden
light

might be
taken
for the
dark-

haired
men
in shiny
black
leather coats

who
watch.

The only sound that’s left after the ambulances go is Howie Good sweeping up on Desolation Row.