This entry is part 27 of 47 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2012


We were confused by sudden
spring: by warmth that forced
blooms open ahead of their

And we were taken
aback by storms
that pelted pavements
with fistfuls of hail—

And in the east, a pall
descended on the city
in the aftermath
of flood—

In some places,
people clung to cross-
beams on telephone

And even the birds
held deathly still,
merely swiveling
their heads—


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