The Weather

 

The weather

is weird.

 

I’m always

repeating myself.

 

Of course

I’m afraid

of my shadow.

 

Have you

met her?

 

~

 

My shadow

is older

than me

but appears younger.

 

 

The weather’s

not withholding.

 

I’m always

withdrawing.

 

My shadow

says that

feels nice.

 

~

 

Weather might

be exegesis

 

or God’s

pheromones.

 

I don’t know.

 

I’m always

forgetting something.

 

My shadow

losing interest

spaces out.

 

~

 

Weather offers

a blind face.

 

My shadow

ignores me.

 

I’m always

depleting myself.

 

Of course

I’m afraid.