hell freezes over
we can’t seem to get past
talking about the weather
how it lifts us up only
to tear us down
one day sipping apple-spiced tea
at café eden
the next trapped inside a
bomb shelter in aleppo
I say the weather is earth’s
spirit restless in its own creativity
slowly evolving and forever changing
you nod and look skyward
pointing at the clouds
roiling and attracting countless starlings
seeds affected by cosmic precipitation
you never know what may come next
perhaps a prophet or a prince
or a torrid dictator
ruthless storms continuously stir
inside boiling pots
reappearing as easy as they please
perpetuating change by destroying
everything in its path
september two thousand sixteen
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Maybe we have to talk about weather to cope.
sometimes the weather is all we can talk about
Chilling – I can feel the despair
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