Sunday, December 4, 2011

radio weather report, npr, december 1, 2011

“Clear the skies tonight...”
she commands or prays
to us or God,
clearing her throat, the air 
waves re-tracting 
re-porting her tongue 
into a harbor of right words
that lack imagination,
ambition, faith.
“Clear skies tonight, high 
of thirty-seven.”

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