but not on the phone—
I call it "pissing-down forty-mile-jetstream-gust standing-under-firehose two-trees-running-from-a-dog duck-drowning gully-washing Pineapple-Express fish-in-a-lifeboat
rain"
that's what I call it.
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Tuesday, November 10, 2009
I Call the Weather
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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1 comment:
Don't hold back, Tiel.
Tell us how you really feel :-)
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