In a single afternoon, everything changes
and it’s apparent
summer won’t be returning.
How appropriate, when the anniversary
of unspeakable catastrophe
comes a day after swimming in Maine ocean.
Great wind brings clouds and chill
and mottled sullen clouds.
Knocks trees over, rattles the house,
severs power to the traffic lights in Epping.
in crimped motion.
All the branches
and wires crashing down.
Comes from nowhere
comes from somewhere
not quite here.
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Poem originally appeared in Hot Metal Press