after Lorca

Night
in the afternoon.

Rain like
falling stars
on swollen earth.

Where are you
Moon Moon?
Hiding behind
the clouds

while the mood mood
expands like
cold creek water

and the
gloom gloom
becomes
a flock of grackles
on my back back?

Sing me
a song,
Moon Moon,

a tune
of lunar
pulls and starts

that turn me
into a leaf
floating in
dark currents,

waiting for 
the gray gray
day to split
into curtains
of pale light.

Sing sing
me a song
of a beating
heart.