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The hog, fattening, is
our common weather.
I found a home after
giving my wife
a child, a child.
And after supper, my ink
is a mother to greed.
Poems on the topic: weather
Poems on the topic “weather” on Poets.by.
In the coalfields
This mine I work
and break upon—
we pray for it.
The weather is
as warm as an ear
after a day of music.
Rained-on
Wet with rain,
the rose sat and drank
till night took it.
Watermen
between fast and feast
foul weather fair weather
between here and where
the river
we went into it with resolve
as into a great ore
Homesick
My ache is
a green thing,
a simple music.
It plays well
on a violin.
But how I cry
for the home
and weather
I left!
Nocturnal
I dine with owls
and in hot weather drink
great drafts of moon.
Waterbound
Morning came in a white wig,
a country of rain
fallen late and high.
Rain House
Is rain a good house, sunshine a good car?
I have one home.
Pilgrimage
I lie alone, mind on her face.
In the church chancel, the mouth of a whale,
bigger than bad weather.
I keep myself in the open,
wake to piss.
Ahistorical
Time as thin as pain,
yesterday lessened
and pretty,
we invent a bespoke
weather of the hour
and find things
to own and talk to.
Have a nice day
O, an ice
day—a night-
to-be.
Cold Front
With the cold front
came news of your death—
a failed bypass—
and a skim of snow
that vanishes at the sun’s touch.
Soon, only shadows are white,
like the letters
I keep trying to form
as my pen runs out of ink.
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