Crying Nights

Why can’t they mark the calendars

With crying nights

Just like the phases of the moon

And fishing guides


If the almanac can predict rain

For the first week of July

Someone could tell

When it’s time

To clear the mind

And wait for the jolts

Or when it was time

To surround yourself

With those few

Who’ll always make you smile

Even when the calendars

Say it’s bound to rain


29 MAR 77