is rain—if not first
and foremost—a word
wrung
from fountain
pens—for plenty
of
plain waterfalling—then flung
back out onto
the world
that supplied it?
But then—
which? and what
kind—
and where?
and how and how many—? Plainly
this sort—of
vast indoor
work—desperately
needs some more revising.
Luckily—it's raining out;
so now—the best application
of that
word—is mercy.
