Rain

The Champ

in the fall of Heaven
in the spring of May
there is a woman standing
her back to the rain
bones, stiff, purpled day
she lifts her hair back
enough to break a smile
four hands, one sky
no one else

it's been about a month
they've laughed at each other
it's raining again, but in June
summer sweat, oiled skin
new lovers let themselves in
nothing for breakfast
already
winter
over
rain