Blue Rain in G-Minor
by Bruce Boston

On the raggedy dawn of a raggedy day
clouds have junked the skies.
Nails all are notched and poised.
Blue wind on the rise.

You can feel a blue wind coming.
You can sense it on your back.
Like a train with endless boxcars
pounding down the track.

You can hear a mournful whistle
that dopplers as it sounds.
Nails hard are driven home.
Clouds keep falling down.
 

Bruce Boston is the author of 31 books and chapbooks, most recently the long narrative poem She Was There for Him the Last Time and a collaborative collection of dark poems with his wife, Marge Simon, Night Smoke, available free online. His fiction and poetry have appeared in hundreds of publications, including Asimov's SF, Realms of Fantasy, Weird Tales, Year's Best Fantasy and Horror, and the Nebula Awards Showcase, and received numerous awards, including the Asimov's Readers' Choice Award, the Pushcart Prize, and the Grand Master Award of the Science Fiction Poetry Association. For more info, visit Bruce Boston's home page.