Sky is keepsake of light

Not every man will remember
A rain on night with dog howl

But the sky is keepsake of light.
Cirrus and cumulus float a sky

While sunset torches one day
And moon lets down its trees.

But not every man remembers
A dog howl at mom’s vacating

As memory turns to a pale sky.
Dog howls at a midnight’s sky.

Rain falls on night for nothing
After men vacate their spaces.

( reading Mark Strand’s poem The End)

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