Rain in the City is One Song

Rain in the city is one song
in many movements. A crane
speaks clear steel
high in the rain,
rain is pizzicato on the street,
rain is silver running in a drain
wheels a song on tar
puddles bursting in the street.
The doors of shops have sound
recorded of a blue guitar.
Winds in the forest, one song
in many movements. High trees
magnificent in benediction
tangled birch and beech
of thicket mangle faces turning
each to each, a stream
is restless in its dream, one
song in many movements.
We on a string of time
are one song with many movements.