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Amateur Meteorology
By Carmina Gitana
Storm is coming.
One Mississippi, two Mississippi.
What comes after
this many
flashes of lightning
this many
years apart?
Storm is coming.
I can smell it, it smells like
a kettle about to boil
a kettle about to boil over
a kettle about to scald
carelessly bare thighs,
it smells like
domesticity
danger
tragedy
averted
or chosen.
Storm is coming.
The sky is still
blue but the particles
are charged
and moving against one another,
and the storm
is coming, I say,
and damn
your cloudless sunny days
your placid limp barometers,
the storm is coming, coming
very slowly
and I am braced and
ready for the flood.
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Copyright 2016 Carmina Gitana
Published on Friday, September 9, 2016.
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On Wednesday, June 6, 2018, Jonas Robinson
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wrote:
You're very talented. Take a bow.
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On Saturday, September 10, 2016, dwells
(4285) wrote:
Who knows when that next storm might be our last CG? Always a fan - cheers! - Dan
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On Saturday, September 10, 2016, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703) wrote:
Excellent to see something new from you! I enjoyed the imagery and pacing of this piece very much. I love the notion of moving beyond cloudless, sunny days into the waiting flood. You have been missed! Ciao, T/S
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On Friday, September 9, 2016, Stranger
(264) wrote:
If I still smoked, I would have needed a cigarette after that. Flawless. Amazing how much you accomplish in just the first 2 lines.
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On Friday, September 9, 2016, Carmina Gitana
(149) wrote:
YOU! :)) Thank you :)
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On Friday, September 9, 2016, Stranger
(264) wrote:
This hit me like a sledgehammer. I have not read anything in its class for a long time.
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