February 9, 2001

  • an ominous black and flashing storm
    assaults the downtown noonday blocks
    torrentially turtling all traffic in intersections
    and punctuating violent, anomalous pause
    in the usual sidewalk
    babble of bodies.
    only a few impulsive umbrellad bravadoes now
    willing to suffer
    the victimizing wet.
    otherwise
    people impatiently waiting
    their sanctuaries in angry fret.
    here, beneath a department store canopy,
    a woman curses the weatherman.
    there, stranded in a phone booth,
    a man stamps puppet feet.
    all along the avenues
    hoots and howls of abject damnation
    for nature and its tempers.
    i, an omniscient observer, think now
    of ancient fish fluent in the depths of abyssal seas,
    while below in sewers
    rats drown in the abundant drink.

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