When the Rain Made You Tall

You had the house in Brighton; it was more than you
Could make waiting on your tables or the tray. But
In the evenings, still a place where Williams could make
Sense: the smell of books, and quiet, and radiator steel

And the rain made you tall

You held it like a book as you were walking through
The park, and Sunday bookstore coffee shops at noon. It
Had a certain majesty, the silence was so dark, you'd
Almost disappear, you'd melt into the room

And the rain made you tall