Philadelphia heats and rains,
a little more than usual. We sit
snug and watch other parts of the world burn,
aware that we didn’t have winter last
winter, and this may be the location
of rain forest(s) eventually,
but we’re not flooding either.
I don't . . . I can’t get the formula right.
I write love songs, faithful and un- songs
and I roll such songs back and forward playing
“what if?”: What if all love songs were about earth?
were to earth-God? what if always we pledged
loyalty to the earth and meant it? Dear love
best love, please love, do not abandon me, love.
How’s the weather?
Whether or not we’re together,
I love you I love you forever
You know where I can be found.
I walk on green hills in a non-flood zone
praying that songs make a difference
in a world that’s constantly changing.
It’s not a matter of being sure,
it’s just the trouble of doing something
here in Philadelphia.
If I could get the formula right.
For the What's Going On? Blog: HOW'S THE WEATHER?
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