ANNE SHAW
SONG
Awake now
in the freakish rain.
To this, your intricate
falling. Radiant, aloof.
Set loose the street
from its axis. Release the frozen
faces from their frames.
How we shall
be sharpened
keens. How
we shall be gifted:
to divide.
Still, I lug
my sodden body
to your door. Braved
with reliquary
light. Gloved
before the greenish
twinge of sky.