Bob Hicok
Forecast
August 28, 2024

Palazzo da Mula, Venice by Claude Monet (1908)
I fell asleep in the rain.
Its too many kisses
washed my face away.
I thought it a dream,
but woke with little
to offer mirrors.
Now the sky
is clear.
However
the forecast
is for rain.
These are shoes,
this is my shirt,
this a list
of my sins,
my little pleasures.
Remember them.
Soon they'll be
what's left of me.
Note: This poem is reprinted from The Legend of Light (University of Wisconsin Press, 1995)







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