Reviewed on 11/19/2024 ★★★★☆ The one content to blur/ into the dark smoke of rain. “Rain, First Morning” is an urban reflection on alienation and the inability to reconcile. Klink immerses the poem’s grey atmosphere in rain, dissolving the city’s people, where “the shapes of our bones [become hazy].” She contrasts human struggles with the … Continue reading Review: “Rain, First Morning” by Joanna Klink