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Of Jake MAG
Jake told me the weather forecast
Even though he's from Michigan.
He said he'd be thinking of me
And to stay safe.
All that day held foreboding.
I wondered how the padded sky
Could rear up and scowl
Enough to bring a thunderstorm.
But he always can.
Near supper
I went outside to touch the kittens.
I found the gusts
Had already raised their hackles.
Hot cotton rose in my throat
And I knew I couldn't stop
What was coming.
Every time the wind began to waltz,
Every time the sky was grouchy
And I felt his outburst coming straight away,
I saw us frantically preparing
For clouds to
Explode.
With lightning lashing at our heels
And thunder taunting on every side,
We covered the little plants
Yanked jeans from the porch railing
Slammed and latched the barn door
And dragged the trampoline to the woods
So it wouldn't flip.
Even filled with fright
I remembered Jake said he was thinking
About me.
And I could mock the fear.
We ate casserole and cantaloupe
In blackness for a few minutes;
Dread dripped from my armpits.
When the lights rejoined us,
My forehead cooled.
Later that evening
The sun danced a bit
For me.
It made me think of Jake.
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