Eavesdropping
It's raining
and you are name dropping.
A man stands
under the eaves
holding his hand out.
Marx, Pavlov,
Newton, Pythagoras.
A dog waits
with her head cocked,
calculating angles.
Gravity
drags water towards us
and your voice drags
on and on
until the pitch falls off.
"Doppler!"
I yell, over my shoulder.