Florence Miller
USA
WEATHER
1
Scrupulous birds
peck at corn on the levee
water snakes slither into holes
thunderheads build
we scramble ashore
2
The flesh rejoices
at the shock of thunder
cyclones tear the avenues
carving the great name
on the gardens outside
the glass conservatory
3
I thread through cypress
wary of epitaphs
sacred and disordered
now I say now
4
A soft hum
a brew of bees
fierce, emerging
ready to stab as I
jump from the ledge
into oak leaves
5
Will death make its claim
in this year
of my joy
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