after the rain

The BIG poem down below - about the English - is part of a larger poem. The next installment could be "Passaconaway".
But for the time being; here's a smaller poem about heartbreak, booze and wild geese.

4-24-00

after the rain

the enemy

comes not

down

in the bottom

of the bottle

- it sneaks

into the soul

soundless in

the  Dead

of night-

just when

you let

love

slip out.

........................

II

when you

no longer hear

the breaking

of another 

heart

when the wild

beating

of the  wing

goes un-noticed.

Then

.........................

III.

you begin -

to hear the secret

language

of the heart.