What’s left of a downpour?

Raindrops caught in flared petals

Skyfall splashed

Into spiderwebbed dew

Into haphazard permanence

Before We - the sun, the bees -

Resume entropy’s business

Perched on outstretched stalks:

Rigid liquid -

A varnish spilled here, beaded there

Little spheres, tense with geometry,

Sweat on the lip of a jar.