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Bob Meszaros
“It’s Just Weather”
A month of rain;
flushed from the roof top,
flowing down stream on his back
In open water, he feels the current
tightening, hears the surface collapsing
behind him, crashing on the rocks
below the dam.
Still in denial,
certain that this world
will somehow right him, he searches
the sky for affirmation. But heaven
is filled with shattered limbs
and leafless twigs, barren
branches scratch
against the sky.

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