The Forecast
Perhaps our age has driven us indoors.
We sprawl in the semi-darkness, dreaming sometimes
Of a vague world spinning in the wind.
But we have snapped our locks, pulled down our shades,
Taken all precautions. We shall not be disturbed.
If the earth shakes, it will be on a screen;
And if the prairie wind spills down our streets
And covers us with leaves, the weatherman will tell us.
Dan Jaffe, 1964
From the anthology Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle… and other modern verse
(November, 2013. Apropos the happenings in the wider world of late.)
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