Crying Nights

Look what I found! “Crying Nights” by my favorite poet. I know you have it but it needs to be brought to light again.

Crying Nights

Why can’t they mark the calendars
With crying nights
Just like the phases of the moon
And fishing guides?
Surely,
If the almanac can predict rain
For the first week of July
Someone could tell
When it’s time
To clear the mind
And wait for the jolts
Or when it was time
To surround yourself
With those few
Who’ll always make you smile
Even when the calendars
Say it’s bound to rain.

Michael Mathews
29 MAR 77

I love reading your book of poems like this one but some make me too sad. I’m off to see the wizard.