Weather Report
while working
on the road
he says forecasters
are always wrong
he laughs
and wants
others to laugh
with him
but the others
don't understand
he has returned
to work
after his breakdown
the other day
a year
after a brief
time in service
a skirmish
and now
a breakdown when
he chases a woman
with a knife
and now
he yells
at someone
be a man
as if
he’s talking
with others
in the barracks
and when
a cloud passes
he says
that he
can feel
a change
of weather
in his bones
but with a
sudden loud noise
a war once fought
resonates in his head
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