milk

struck by the second coming of the white rain,
white washing our windows, muting all our pretty colours.
bathing us in milk for beauties sake, to cover up our regrets,
tattoos and love notes to strangers,
swallowing the green earth, eclipsing the day,
the earth becomes a mirror of the moon,
a mirror to the sun, and back and forth,
and so on, again, and then again.