This rain at 2:30 am reminds me
of a night on Greylock Mountain
in 1970, when Jill and I awoke in
the middle of the night to raindrops
in our eyes, huddled in my sleeping bag
under the northern lights.
The city below us was eaten
by cold blue green fire
while I fumbled with the buttons
on her blue denim shirt
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