Weather Report
weather report
sun is lost again
air is drab, too close,
perfect affectation to
play across the landscape
of my muffled mind.
many days have begun
and/or ended this way.
neighbours send up fire
crackers to placate god
break up the celestial portents.
explosion, fire, reveals
the bland face of cloud which
blocks our visions. neither wizard
nor rain maker needed. we
end with a calamitous whimper.
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