The storms of youth precede brilliant days. 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. *
A cluster of heavy thunderstorms churned * Surroundings can change in an unusually cold pocket of air. *
As the sun heats the ground the leading edge presses ever westward * lines down *
like breathing through a straw a kind of tradition *
Ample sunshine is for us. Embrace a sticky air mass.
It is this disturbance, this shift toward the currents of the interior, *
Clearing will balance degrees below normal.
There's a song in the air about no talent for pleasure...
Ever more rare, day and day and day,
The gauges encourage a relapse into greater timidity: *
Spain is severed as soon as it is morning
Dim against chaotic there's another surge
We are allowed to remember it as more luminous *
Sultry air grips the south
Clockwork gives way to clusters to one batch
An example of aircraft is scheduled *
nothing will change
behold the stagnant days to come
they will be unworthy of our part of July *
The election volcano brings ten years' absence. *
The narrow potent line erupts,
embeds Texas Oklahoma and Arkansas; cataract cool impossibility dampened zone! *
The elements adequately stabilize the atmosphere * What was is getting better in a sort of slough of inactivity. Basically, it's numerablemeaning 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.... *
suppress the rising currents *
the sky you see is a facade
I see you nervous with the threat on the border *
a turncoat band of showers will stream north
all protection was blown down yesterday and the week before
tepid potent escort to the routine of failed vacation * It begins in Minneapolis, high today 75, thunderstorms; yesterday in Embarrass the temperature dipped to freezinglike 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 itblame that bluesy feeling you showed me on the altitude of those self-same mountains: sweeping vista. [mid-Junemid-July 1997] Portions of "Weather and Repetition" were first published in Pharos (Spring 1998).
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