Wednesday, September 2, 2009

August 27th

I feel like tomorrow's Christmas
but there are no presents
to unwrap,
no lights strung
on railings or gutters--
nor does the distinct smell
of winter
warm the air.

Instead, it's August
and we'll wake to check
the island's weather
because someone
named a storm
to rain on
our parade.

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