All Types Of Weather

Charles B. Snoad

Sixty degrees in Chicago, early March. A light breeze blows in all
directions. My neighbor says spring is close, and I believe her.
I want to talk about loneliness. For now, we discuss the weather.

Out of the blue, I announce I’m a poet, a student of language.
I list the names of all God’s creatures, explain why our bodies
contain the same amount of ash and dust, but different degrees

of pain and pleasure. A light breeze scatters. Every day, people
everywhere experience all types of weather. And by weather,
I mean loneliness, the heart of sadness. Ash and dust. Scattered.

2 thoughts on “All Types Of Weather”

  1. teamclock March 14, 2021 / 4:55 pm

    You are, indeed, a poet. In any weather. Keep writing!

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  2. Charles B. Snoad March 14, 2021 / 5:15 pm

    Thanks! This means a lot to me. Must’ve been all that practice I had writing with you 25 years ago.

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