Rain fading under a bough, or heavenly bodies
Like stars on snow on top of sleet
Adjusting to bright, vermilion bushes of mist.
They have names ...

Tow trucks!

Even seagulls catch their sparks
Because the sun is thumping now, and pond birches tear,
Gathering momementum in shade,
A walkathon for frogs to paddle from side to side
Toward unknown splashes.

Or have we a name?