Weather and Repetition

      The storms of youth precede brilliant days.
                  —Lautréamont, Poésies


The depression centered over the British Isles blows from the southwest, sending masses of relatively humid air our way. From an often cloudy sky rain will fall again; expect storms in some locales.

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A cluster of heavy thunderstorms churned
Clusters of showers and thunderstorms
A strong cool front
The stage is set
Potent
Damaging
Boiling up on the High Plains

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Surroundings can change in an unusually cold pocket of air.

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As the sun heats the ground the leading edge presses ever westward
—a key event for a cool alternating night

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lines down

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like breathing through a straw a kind of tradition
tree fallen onto car in heavy thunderstorm

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Ample sunshine is for us. Embrace a sticky air mass.
Ignition is certain for the late afternoon, blistering
your isolated mountains and even your drier valleys.

It is this disturbance, this shift toward the currents of the interior,
this surge in readings, this shroud, this heaviest and most uncomfortable
of cities native and foreign that slices our direction, now.

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Clearing will balance degrees below normal.
Water has a slow response time in California,
Like a whistling fat man on an exercise bike.

There's a song in the air about no talent for pleasure...
Few will be spared and little will improve
Against the broad span of sunny holes.

Ever more rare, day and day and day,
Is this the southern invasion of the bleak sky
Clearing to rapid deterioration of its good looks.

The gauges encourage a relapse into greater timidity:
It just isn't that hot out yet—
It is clearing

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Spain is severed as soon as it is morning
Feeble rage provides the cruddy mist
It is morning and we think it's Berlin

Dim against chaotic there's another surge
A music against panes of cracked glass
Some gray light dancing in the thermometer

We are allowed to remember it as more luminous
The back wall is a kind of monument to east and west
Spread evenly across our twin continents of Odi & Amo

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Sultry air grips the south
A hunter covers one batch of several nights
from early in the week

Clockwork gives way to clusters to one batch
It's like a weekend it's also like needed damage
No it's more like the nation's breadbasket

An example of aircraft is scheduled
for a summer of wonder moist serious cross confined
But more like when the island your island prevailed

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nothing will change
and it's not just you
with origins in profound depression

behold the stagnant days to come
they will menace
they will abound

they will be unworthy of our part of July
what is called duty will see to evacuation
here the reduced sun lies down with the upper hand

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The election volcano brings ten years' absence.
This is our country and no mean perturbation, despite the graph of a lightning bolt.
You can take the hallway onto other regions, not that each is mediocre.

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The narrow potent line erupts,
and persistence brings the interior farther north.
The greatest threat of destructive storms

embeds Texas Oklahoma and Arkansas;
thus the way is paved for a traveler's return,
should something like return occur,

cataract cool impossibility dampened zone!

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The elements adequately stabilize the atmosphere
A pool of winds is thrown aloft
In a display of bitter inland-pressing time
A wedge suppressed
A surface of the sloping terrain
Inciting an impenetrable lid
Sponsored ingredients are arriving
As though to arrive were to thwart
And no one's to bake in the morning hours

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What was is getting better in a sort of slough of inactivity. Basically, it's numerable—meaning there's an end to it, all alone. Night falls near the risky frontier. There's a routine to dissipation, and, fine, a torn sky reveals strands of short apparitions. All alone in the average valley of the Rhone, unsheltered, in the window-cleaner's airport, a supplement to depression....

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suppress the rising currents
but more closely bunched in the sea than in the air
a flare-up (you ascend)
an aftermath (you are less volatile)
under the auspices of aphelion
for the next 11,000 years (you bring spotty relief)

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the sky you see is a facade
with summer blowing our way

I see you nervous with the threat on the border
I see you as present as ever
I see the same clouds you do

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a turncoat band of showers will stream north
adding fuel and spawning a concrete wall
in advance of the front in tandem like Mexico

all protection was blown down yesterday and the week before
as the events moved sluggishly across the deserts
mimicking a sea breeze that incites disaster

tepid potent escort to the routine of failed vacation
bubbling up near children scattered about the terrain

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It begins in Minneapolis, high today 75, thunderstorms; yesterday in Embarrass the temperature dipped to freezing—like your love, my love, are these separated storms. Or in New York. Or in San Francisco. It begins as you tell me everything as I take my stand on the southern flank, while others less fortunate call for evacuation of the pressured front sweeping across this entire continent. How could you say yes to one, maybe to another, and zip to me? Sweeping! Clouds of this kind shift the beginning of day. With invasion the sun is imposed on the valley, and Mercury approaches pencil in hand to enhance stray mountains with suggestions for other seasons. There's nothing for it—blame that bluesy feeling you showed me on the altitude of those self-same mountains: sweeping vista.

[mid-June—mid-July 1997]

Portions of "Weather and Repetition" were first published in Pharos (Spring 1998).


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