What Sounds Like Rain

small tapdancers

on a floor of water

a hundred leprechauns

finger snapping out of synch

hummingbirds hammering 

on plastic window panes

no – the sound of twenty one nineteen

year olds writing

five hour long

marathon mid-term

essay exams

 

And I get to sit here

and listen

 

Sommer Idyll

all the empty chairs
are facing me, blue-backed
straightbacked
like good soldiers
they do not look me in the eye
they do not move
to break the silence
which is not silence at all
but the noise of an empty room,
hum of fans, buzz of lamps
my breathing
these snapping keys

outside
through a wall of windows
June is grey, rain-laden cement
and green, the leaves and grass
who are the only ones who know
what to do with all this water