Threatening Weather

poems by Howie Good


Precision instruments. Camouflage prints. A necklace of raindrops. What a world it is! An army of shadows occupies the capitals of Europe. Ghosts drift up from smokestacks. Night comes earlier than usual, faces a disturbing shade of orange. But only later, when the teenage hostess at the Greek diner smiles at us to follow, does it occur to me to wonder whether mirrors retain a memory of every person they ever knew.



Written by Nic Sebastian

April 27, 2011 at 3:02 am


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