Monday, August 22, 2011

The REM-Sleep Weather Channel

Today the city smells of summer rain,
of steaming sidewalk concrete, humid sweat--
but I anticipate, the rain has yet
to fall. I felt it in my bones, the stain
of cloud approaching from the west to blear
the sky. I dreamed we trekked through canyonlands
where yellow crystals grew from baking sands
and on the flats, we watched the clouds in fear.
Those desert floods are killers.
I awoke
to radios announcing cloudy skies
and cooler temperatures. I'm unsurprised,
for I'd already dreamed the weather broke.
Forecasting weather's difficult. It's cheap
to say: "I can do better in my sleep."

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