Heavy to Weather

Mississippi roadways
Droning traffic surf the slabs

Underwater windows
With a glimpse now and then of it all

Washed away sky is seen
Between blood vessel silhouettes

Which sway leafless in the blow
Below is a world of verdant green

Warmth is a thing of the future
Us voles are peeping

Keep thinking
Soon the world

Will finish cooking
We might venture out there

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