Grammar of the Tempest

The tempest rereads the grammar of time
on the gutters of a city that no longer remembers
lightning opens parentheses of light, thunder engraves the verbs
and the rain signs new hours on the dimmed marble
Every drop is a syllable correcting itself by the neon
the faded memory accepts the capitals of rain
the city remains silent and listens to a language that is reborn
the tempest closes the page with a water-point