Casual Weather


Funny how casual conversation

strives to stay safe;

most begin and end

without disclosing incidents

of deep discomfort.

Middle ground waltz

staying neutral…

say, what about that weather…


Dark cloud people drag barometric

pressure down; storm front pushes

drizzling cold words ahead of them.

An odd internal desire draws any sign

of happiness into a negative shredder

leaving a dismal trail in their wake…

glad that weather changed…




“When I’m with old people,

I inadvertently start talking about the weather.”

Said one of the teenagers in ORLA acrylic class this morning.