His Weather Report

by The Wild Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

He read weather in swallows, in the ache of one knee, in cattle turning backs to rain. The phone forecast called for sun. He carried a coat. Today the sky is clear above the churchyard. Someone says perfect weather. We know better than to ask weather to explain a death.
50 words · 10 lines · Free Verse
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