The rain is over.(Poem)

 
   The rain is over, the sky 
   has fallen in bright blue pieces: 
   you can no more pick them up 
   than before they fell 
   becoming sky-shards, 
   segments, a sliver 
   bisecting the road 
   with its shining chasm 
   which you straddle, 
   look into and see the way 
   the crowns of tree after leafless tree 
   have come down with it 
   crowding this narrow sky-pond 
   like ...