Poem Warmup 2

The breeze is blowing in from without

Without a doubt

The world is inside out

Shaken like the branches that

Held a chime once upon a time

and you thought it was silly all this

The talk of weather

until it stormed and you has to ask

Whether we should or maybe

it would rain and the answer

would just fall just like that

and you ask if it’s cold and I know

you mean what I think

because the breeze is blowing and

you left your jacket at home


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