The Elements

by Mike Jewett

All the elements of a perfect storm
But there isn’t any water,

It’s our drought. We thank
The families with thank you

Cards for siphoning
Out gas tanks

Spiced with dry rub

Our children are eager,
Learning things you can’t learn

From books; jailed women
Shackled to beds, giving birth

To honeybees
And teakettle songbirds.

It’s hard when you have
No home to call home

Because snowflakes bring
Out the worst in him.

His dogs use scent to tell
Time. Time to board

Up the windows,
We say,

Waiting out the bone-white

Wondering which way
Is home.

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