I wrote this last year, and have since progressed to crazier work... just tell me what ya'll think!
Lovers and the weatherman
Have very much in kind.
Both worship the ephemeral,
One that of the mind,
The other, nature, but ah!
He has it easy, for the most
Capricious zephyr hath
more design than the
Workings of the female mind.
Both look for things that may not be
And yet may be there still.
And both do pray for steady patterns,
One wind, the other, wills.
We use most separate techniques
Yet both gather results
To see what our next day will bring,
To see what are our faults.
Both give reports, but only one
Has an audience of one.
But he may be even more vital
In planning his own life to run.
Alas! The objects of our affections
Drift lazily on, indifferent,
Stubbornly refusing to
Hold to any
Recognizable pattern,
Stymieing our efforts.
2007-03-11
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