Blame the weather
Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2004 3:42 am
It’s barbecue weather, meat scented air
mixed with civilised gossip, on freshly
mown lawns, alerts my senses to what
I should have known, long, long before
I entered this town,
that is
animal instincts are tamed by the sun,
and shift with the seasons,
and curtains are opened free to the world
to see what does, and does not go on
in our provincial lives, but when the
rains come, and the streets are densely
occupied by people poorer and wetter
than you or I , curtains begin to close,
and lives constrict themselves,
and blinder people than before, close
their windows, double lock their doors,
batten down the hatches, for the storms
ahead, shut out life that shouldn’t be seen
in bad weather.
mixed with civilised gossip, on freshly
mown lawns, alerts my senses to what
I should have known, long, long before
I entered this town,
that is
animal instincts are tamed by the sun,
and shift with the seasons,
and curtains are opened free to the world
to see what does, and does not go on
in our provincial lives, but when the
rains come, and the streets are densely
occupied by people poorer and wetter
than you or I , curtains begin to close,
and lives constrict themselves,
and blinder people than before, close
their windows, double lock their doors,
batten down the hatches, for the storms
ahead, shut out life that shouldn’t be seen
in bad weather.