The cows' colors hurt my eyes—their white and black claims lie. yes. The rain, alone, tells the truth-yes-, the bearing down neutral cryof its gray, clear songsinging just how hard it is to seethrough the falling sky, the threatsand hopes no color at all butinsistent see-through clarity, down,down, so dark despite the early hour-
also by Elizabeth Rees in Verse Daily:
July 4, 2004: "Morning Drive to Ijamsville" "Against overturned cups of rain..."
