Anthology

They stand in the rain
That shifts to light fog
And then back again,

Too many of them,
Drab, bedraggled birds
Who can’t really sing.

I I I I I
They chant. If you want,
You can chant with them.

I I I I I
Could be you. Pretend
It is you, not them.

I I I I I
You chant in the rain,
Then fog, back again.