Weather Observations
There’s Something in the Air
The
rain’s stopped falling
out of a dingy sky for now.
Sun’s
not out yet, but could be
if
cloud cover pulls off real soon,
moves out of here before nightfall
when I won’t be able to tell much about
what’s coming next. Though if the wind blows,
I’ll
hear it through the cracks when the house shifts.
I
can stick my elbow out the bathroom window to figure out
what coat to wear down to the barn, if it’s standing, come morning.
If
it’s not, most likely there’s been one more twister in the dark.
A
lot of buildings have been lost like that. Just sucked away.
That’s
how I got my bathroom — when the outhouse disappeared.
Never
was fond of an outhouse anyway. Or Prather’s pig,
for that matter, which also up and dispersed in pieces.
Two
hundred pounds of pork minced through Red Top,
spread over the county like scum over a fishpond.
Sediments
off the sky might’ve caused this weather.
Pollution
and global warming produced the off-kilter,
five-legged frogs we have around here now
down at the creek, that hardly sing anymore
and can’t hop worth a damn.
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