Lobster Rain
A good friend died
I don't know who
A eulogy on the car radio said
"He was a good friend to all"
It begins to rain
On the road a raccoon family
Bodies strewn
According to size and age
The stripes remind me
Of holocaust pajamas
A lobster was killed for me
I watched it drop into boiling water
I didn't hear it scream
But a dog outside began to bark
The dark red restaurant
Yaws like a Spanish galleon
Rain spattered windows
Crash through a squall
Driving home
A voice
"The rain will end everywhere shortly"
When the rain doesn't stop
no one says anything
Later that night
bedraggled birds fly
through pennyweight eyes
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