Ray Succre
Screen of Water by Ray Succre Gone are the sunrays for indistinct clouds, and gone are the yellowjackets, drowned or starved, gone are July days willing Summer postures, gone, these, for autumn and her hurried slotted gutters. Henri Coulette said we are enchanted by the sound of rain. Padraic Colum prayed God for a house to keep it out. Suppose them with amazing rain, there, where words convict so heavily, and suppose there is no larger thought here— it only soaks my clothes.
12