Waking Up to a Storm
The prophets left ashes and myrrh on your doorstep
gift-wrapped but it all blew
away today in a violent gust undulating toward the sky
speed and sediment
like the motion of
the trees screeching tires your senses
you think of the parable with foxes and pour a cup of tea
begin the day reading
about third-world politics ending with gunshots
powder and physics
what they're doing is
making it rain harder
The prophets were Pharisees in clever disguises
trying to steal your
thunder boom-boom-BOOMS spreads sheets of clouds
divides nations
did you forget to
thank whoever made this happen?
boom boom BOOM!
ReplyDeletemakes me think of the black eyed peas.
but only for a second.
And that, in turn, makes me think of Shelby Mattusak.
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