Weather Forecast 

Who will wait out the last shiver, will find themselves
without a coat or gloves & walk along the sidewalk alone?                                     

                        I imagine this person hates forecasts,
wants to believe that the sky splits open  

as it wants to stretch itself further into its vastness,  

that a funnel touches down not because of the collision
between hot and cold, but because  

the clouds feel an urgency to become vertical,  

tired of the flat quickening across its blue path,
across a landscape of water vapors & ice.   

                        This person wants to experience weather
not through its degrees and pressure, but by  

the feel of a wind's violent rotation, a rain that suddenly
turns cold, the frozen design left on a window, any 

catastrophe or beauty that erupts without warning.






Low Notes
by Richard Stephens