EARTHQUAKE WEATHER


For Kim Lowe

They come in swarms          like bees
that sting at scars          of old memory.
A year runs out of days          turns into a new one
and aftershocks          turn into new quakes
rippling out from that date          forever
but the clock is on time          though perhaps
forever doesn’t last           like it used to.
Stone piles on stone          piles on stone

on stone          you learn to bear it.

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