Not every man will remember
Rain on night with dog’s howl
And a sky as keepsake of light.

Cirrus and cumulus float a sky
While  sunset torches one day
And moon lets down its trees.

But not every man remembers
Dog’s howl at mom’s vacating
And memory turns a pale sky.

Dog howls at a midnight’s sky.
Rain falls on night for nothing
After men vacate their spaces.

( reading Mark Strand’s poem The End)