The Storm Is Over

But now it’s raining

below the greener clouds

of trees that were absorbent

but only up to a point.

And these raindrops

strained by treetops

should (you would think)

be filtered and finer

and therefore pure

(and not Chinese

water torture’s

fatter, darker drops

that always pick out

of all possible bull’s-eyes

your bald spot).

But these are late, last drops

and a little bloated

like late, last poems

by name your poet.