Sunlight here is hazy. Builders made everything the same. I've got fair weather but the high-rise blues. Shopping center on one side, dog run on the other. Give me rolling hills -- not Dulles Airport! Where is the silver spring promised in the name? Yes, the weather is fair -- but what is unfair is the climate. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EXPATIATION ON THE COMBINING OF WEATHERS AT THIRTY .... by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE WRECK OF THE CIRCUS TRAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE MOTHER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AQUATINT FRAMED IN GOLD by AMY LOWELL TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME by AMY LOWELL ACROSS THE RED SKY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |