The thawed mud has
just dried enough
for walking.
You can smell the Gulf
of Mexico in the
first strong warmth.
Maybe a day or two.
Sometimes a quick morning,
giving way to storm
and the forces of North
and South fight
with lightning and thunder.
The balance of the day unknown,
You measure clouds
through the incomplete
angles of the windows
inside, take to the
edge of the garage, and
finally into the yard
where the rain hits,
(sometimes warm
enough to laugh,
sometimes cold enough to ask)
"Honey, what's the weather say?"
We find recognition in a storm.
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