2023
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What My Grandmother Called Weather
Memory
Winter
Hear it
She read the clouds above the washing line.
Rain meant bring the wooden chairs inside.
Snow meant another cup before you go.
I still hear forecasts in the kettle.
Note: Written the winter after my grandmother's house was sold. Long lines wrap with a hanging indent, so a wrapped line is never mistaken for a new one.
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