Cirrus Never Whispers
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‘Be quiet; the weather’s on the night news.’
Stephen Malkmus, Watery, Domestic
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Cirrus never whispers, or was that Texas?
What you really meant was cumulonimbus
with deep grey future rain around its base.
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How it was heaving, piled up like a mountain range,
future stories blurred in heaviness
through the onrush of torrential rain.
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Mystic currents or predictable science,
how suddenly the air cools and leaves pick up
through whistle-punctuated silence.
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Now air, spinning round a shifted vortex
leads its life outside the barricades
which needed to be pre-prepared.
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The fog of rain left hope unleavened
and in the fog we said our prayers
to whomsoever conducts from silence
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this aberration among beige apartments
conditioned for sun. Then the rain
in intermittent tranches rinsed mud
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down gulleys, goals lifted in the wind,
their metal frames travelling, stones
assailed our faces as yours dug in
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with teeth through heavy clothing
to somehow survive this wind
and rain and hail of everything.
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