Monday, April 14, 2014

METASTASIS

Cruel and uncontrolled 
proliferation 

of April wind-
swept 

clouds—
compounded 

by 
ever- 
increasingly-

grayer 
and 
larger and coldthundering 

cloud 
after 
cloud after 
cloud 
after cloudmay be impacting

the round and 
the sweet-
tempered little red

robins—sending them 
all darting 

off for shelter 
somewhere—or other 
unseen across this soggy old churchyard;

but—for better

or 
otherwise—it seems that

weather
is weather is
weather is weather!

to the hulking 
pair
of gaunt still American

black crows—
hunched 
and on guard for

whatever—up there
in the
jagged oak limbs.

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