(sort of a villanelle)
This is a very helpful little book well not really
It’s raining on Turco’s book of forms
which is disheveled
which I threw there wandering across the slippery wet roof
I was bitter about some dissolution
a great pour of sorrow spills from heaven
it’s raining our anguish on Turco’s dilute book of forms
It’s raining on Turco’s silly book of forms
the wet pages fragileclinging to the slippery roof
are the very same hopes that roil and pass,
Turco
which I threw there heavy and dumb on that same wet roof.