The Problem with Good Weather
hiding from the sun
I have a history of feeling very self-pitying when the weather is nice. The sunny day must not be for me. I realized this morning when I found a poem I wrote after Omar’s death that echoed several poems I have written annually about Spring and the oncoming “nice days”. That spring and summer are for everyone else.
Years ago I would shut my blinds to the …
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