Category: weather/storms
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After the storm
How many drums would call us to dance or empty bellies amplify strings strung? How many flutes would the artificer hollow or drum sticks ask a blade to shape their soul? How many castanets would kiss flamenco fingers or wood blocks teach beats in grade school? If storm downed trees told chainsaws, quiet I’m not…
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Listening to rain
Between bands of rain you walk A mile in thunder Head home It stops before you’re home You take off shoes Sun comes out Call it a day any way Possibilities anchor you to the porch 11-11-20
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Listening to Thunder as Rain Passes By
at the edge of thirst flowers and trees wait for rain beg to bathe dust from limbs grit from hair rain cares not about desire need or love 8-15-20
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Porch rain
Hot summer day late afternoon rain water flows in street Thunder overhead somewhere a tree is cleaved to ground No matter, how cool you try to be, a flash and crack makes you jump You steal yourself for the next one and hope it doesn’t strike too close 6-30-20
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Trade winds
Bright sun in an empty sky Pale haze of Sahara sand Trade winds laugh at borders Breathe in deep of Mother Africa 6-27-20 **my title– wife
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When the storm came
when the storm came trees stood firm on the ground high above they sparred with the wind bobbing and weaving throwing punches at the sky 6-27-20
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The cockolding weatherman
At 1 am you come to bed she asks for a weather report you say you don’t care it is raining and that’s good enough for you She gets up to take a pee sits on the edge of your bed listens as a soothing baritone voice says possible severe storms and tornadoes by 4…
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