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I’m uninvited to the ceremony
of celestial awakening. Everyone
knew I would show up anyway.
My family are travelers: El Nino,
La Nina, Flooding, my fraternal twin.
Like any tourist, I love a choice spot
but the longer I stay, the crisper
the roadsides become. Hatchlings
dry up in their nests. I don’t love that.
All living things cede their energy to me,
that guest who can’t leave soon enough.
When “apocalyptic” is my descriptor,
I feel my power, don’t you? I’m smiling,
the sun is shining, smiling on you, wilting.
My dry skin has no borders.
The oven’s on.
Elizabeth Kerlikowske reports here on what is happening in the Midwest..