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Subterranean Homesick Blues

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You don’t need a weather man to know which way the wind blows

Months before an unrepentant con man, likely a pathological liar, would be sworn in by his shady cronies in Congress, I had clipped the winterberry holly,

seeded the tiny yard, laid down a curving

brick path around the sago palm,


and for a few sunny moments, weary,

contented in my skin, I sat on the side

porch in a white wicker chair, late


afternoon blue sky orange sun behind

the elementary school, a glass of red wine

on the table, small reward for tending


my own meager garden in this narrowing

life, Spanish moss swaying from a live

oak, Mike tossing a stick for sweet Rosie


in the field across the way, and though

the chipper Channel 22 meteorologist

had promised a beautiful weekend ahead,


from this easy perch, I could not not see

black wall clouds forming on the horizon,

a blizzard of fair-weather patriots


swirling in the eye of cyclonic Lucifers

storming beaches at high tide, under-

mining foundations, roofs flying off


in damnable funnel clouds, tsunamis

of lies driving good souls underground

peering through cracked glass, darkly


despairing, praying for a warm front

of honor and human decency

to show up again on the radar.

—SL, Port Royal, SC, January, 2023

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