WYNN LIBBY

After the rain starts

and on his palette the painter mixes
the cheap acrylic reds and blues to
make something past periwinkle,

and the way the rain splatters
and hangs on the windows makes
you wonder if Pollock painted the
spots on all the leopards,

and the kiss of mist on your face is
God's way of saying I love you and
rain needs something to fall on