an_early_april_fool's_joke
birdmad
stepped
out
of
the
office
,
cigarette
in
mouth
and
lighter
in
hand
.
The
hot
,
bright
day
had
given
way
to
a
layer
of
dense
clouds
and
a
cool
breeze
the
smell
of
rain
waiting
to
fall
hanging
heavy
in
the
air
ground
and
sky
almost
tangibly charged
with
anticipation
a
moment
where
the
breeze
became
the
wind
a
brief
appearance
of
dust_devils
and
then
nothing
.
sky
done
up
in
brush_stroke_clouds
and
metaphors
and
cruel
caprice ...
thinks
nothing
of
stirring
up
the
desiccated
earth
and
then
flying
away
this
is
the_weight_of_spring
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birdmad
a
few
scattered
drops
today
and
a
fresh
veil
of
swirling
clouds
it
evaporates
as
soon
as
it
hits
the
ground
like
a
kiss
laid
too
lightly
on
the
cheek
somewhere
else
may
be
in
danger
of
torrents
and
floods
somewhere
else
the
incitement
of
sky
and
earth
might
yield
result
then
it
will
be
a
greener
place
than
here
and
now
tendrils
of
frenzied
dust
swirling
,
reaching
out
like
a
grasping
hand
if
only
to
make
contact
for
another
second
.
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birdmad
The
ankle
deep
channels
in
the
pavement
,
caused
by
the
incessant
passage
of
freight
trucks belies
the
literal
aspect
of
all
of
this
meanwhile
,
the
metaphor
remains
as
intact
as
ever
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