Suddenly.

Spit catches in my throat
rain overflows the garden.
choking, I sit, stand, sit.
Birds will flap in the street.
wingbeats like drums.
I'll inhale, exhale, rasp, refuse
a man in the clouds plays violin, sans bow
pulls a strand of gut over the strings,
sings, over the narrow streets, and chagall's cows, and the moon.