Weatherman

Hold the fossils of the flood like a virgin holds a broken heart

so soundlessly, as the night caresses a young owl

I saw marvels in the crystal ball yesterday, about you

&me- I ran with the swelling storm, umbrella in your hand

The genius loci tells me to stay tender-hearted,

for the aimless clouds playing outside the window

perhaps I will, even

in the changing weather of your inexorable tempers

watch the primroses sing evening hymns to nocturnal rabbits,

how the willows and poplars sway by the playground,

a kitchen dance the yet sightless children will dream of later

Dear weatherman, remind me again

of all the watercolor glows that the day sweeps onto my floorboards

Willow Kang