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Poem of the Week The Day Before Tomorrow Charles Levenstein The air was so thick with summer, the sun buttered me like an English muffin. We were there for the birth of summer, saw her as a full blown toddler in bright yellow sunsuit, blonde hair in bangs, blue eyes as spicy as can be, bright round face smiling and smart. She knew the time when all eyes were on her, finches played in her hair, rabbits at her toes, she was perfumed with honeysuckle and rose. Thunder rumbled like a house being moved, the sky darkened, purple, the air once perfumed and soft turned electric; birds fret, "What is this?" Is there a god of rain and renewal who thunders in, washes us clean of sin and ambition? Poor bird, sits on a high wire, turns its skinny neck this way and that, the storm is really coming, Oh boy oh boy. Always, this is the day before tomorrow: robins worry, "Did I pack it all?" bluefish ponder, "What did I forget?" The sun reminds himself to set the alarm, clouds are in a quandary: how to prepare? Only the air is still. |
