Matthew Keuter

Rain Matin

If joy comes
where sorrow goes
unnoticed, the simpler life
is grief.
Help me to it, won’t you?

The shiny scabbard of a fancy pair of pants…

I’ve learned to take them off myself, now

beneath the mesquite tree

how dishonest even the simple life can be

naked in the rain

it became impossible for me to tell you
how grievously the rain
went absent