Keith Kennedy lives in Vancouver with his keen, lustrous wife.
The Practise of the Instant
Is that rain?
(Mars on the television)
A racoon? No, nothing to be frightened of.
Just the rain.
(Panning back, a red dot in the blackness)
I like the sound of rain once I’m sure
It’s not someone climbing up my balcony
Coming to kill me.
(Does Mars have rain?)
No. That’s stupid.
(Does Mars have killers?)
It will, says the rain.
Pitter – Patter.