Weather

Poetry Month – April 27, 2022

Obviously, my sister did not see this poem before she died but I think she would have liked it. WEATHER REPORT My sister called them the weather terrorists
She’d rail at how
They’d whip us into a frenzy
make us…
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The Wind

Last night the wind shifted.
Abruptly.
Yesterday, the lazy air from the Gulf
Drifted around my neighborhood
Lounged with damp fingers on the flagstones.
A sweaty dame on a chaise lounge
too bored to get up and leave.
The north…
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