The weather report said rain tonight
but the innocent sky is clear
and shameless stars have burst out everywhere
while the moon discreetly waits behind a hill.

Tomorrow, the sun will rise like a god

there is a strange sort of humor
about growing old
as if it were funny to forget
where you parked your car

Masts at the marina totter with each gust
drunken sticks staggering nowhere

finches have fled the feeder
hide deep in the dark trees
by the path to the water