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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