Melancholy

The rain came suddenly
As I (is it alright to say
I?)
Sat at the wormwood window
Looking down
At the umbrella backs of
Black beetles
Slipping past to the tip
Tap tap of the heels
Of the girls come back
From dancing the city
And the scent of the air
Slid from mimosa to
Mausoleum '
My wine glass held to
Street light
Shone like lost home,
My cigarette loosing dry
Ash to a sodden street