Four AM Outside the Canyon Gift Shops

After the rain, the river runs louder.
The wind pokes around like a customer.
One cricket’s serenade surrenders

To October. Singing’s almost over.
Back of the mind, Phoebe’s got that funny
Feeling. Mitski’s still dying for the knife.

Someone’s always halting while someone else
Is tuning up; something cresting always
Breaks. Wind clears the canyon’s throat, walks away.