OPTIONAL POETRY

Where does it come from? The sky, like rain, or from the far corner at night, when the world is rendered in ground glass, from outside, a front, low pressure or high– I’ve never believed in inexorable, but these days do give me pause . As Simon said to Garfunkle, I get the news I need on the weather report and as God said to Noah, hey, you better build a boat, although charitably, a flood could be billed as […]