Note

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I’m taking the rest of the week off. I intend to return next Monday. Meanwhile, here’s a little note:

The weatherman suggested we’ll get wet
today. He mentioned odds of ten percent,
how odd October rain would be, and yet
I wonder what the forecast really meant:
a nine-tenths chance no rain will fall on us?
For that’s the message sinking into me
(I get disgusted witnessing the fuss
of media competing emptily).

I’m pretty sure I cannot get enough
of honest information, from the news.
So rather than endure their circus stuff,
I’ll stretch my spine, and look about, and use
my skin and brain and memory to guess
the weather here today. And then I’ll dress.

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