An Early Morning Poem at the Beginning of a Rainy Day.

Rain rains
green and cold on the face of early
morning-
mourning the passing of night's
dark promise left
to linger in dreams
and doorways.
And gargoyle flight
lights
on holy rooftops,
enfolding the sky
like a prayer prayed about a
murderous murmur-
desperate,
gnashing
it's toothy
desire.