(for Jeff, for Roddy)

By Kerri Shying

the only sounds, the rain
drops   the gold arm from
the Chinese cat downpour
swinging back and forth
for luck   my soft heart muscle
beats in time

our luck it all stays put   under
this one roof   this rust
gutter slopping down the vast
offertory of the sky

is it my day? what time
will someone find me?
dead    when is the time we cry?