POETRY: Late May Weather – Philip Rafferty

Late May Weather
For Drew

The May day sky

thick as
opium smoke
makes the school children
sleepy and
the day quiet.

Much of the job
is done in the halls
with the few wide awake.
What passes between us
is small and fleeting
like midday meteorological systems.

The four walls
of brick dry history
are not ours
so we conference outside.
I reassure a tall kid with sad eyes
as the rumble of water calls in the distance.

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