Forecast

forecast

They say we’ll have a wind today. We’ll sit
beneath immobile haze between two highs.
Your head will ache; you’ll have a coughing fit.
And more’s the startle that these facts surprise.

Is anyone awake? Why be so shocked
to learn a toxin’s poison or it’s bad
to microwave your brain? You know we rocked
a tender balance:
Now the gods are mad.

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