Where is outburst, we are asking the clouds
Already running for cover swift as the turtle.
Meteors may burst on us from behind them.
Clouds are silk but like women in swift eyes.
There may yet be an outburst of tear glands
By morning to fulfill the dry earth’s desires.
Our earth refuses to date the sky on our roof,
With shreds of cottony clouds in our city sky.
Perseids may be bursting in higher echelons.
(On our failure to watch the Perseid meteors shower today on account of a cloudy night)