Today's poem is by Matthew Gavin Frank
For Weather
The diner is closed today
for weather, a paper signon the door, the parking lot
unplowed, the trainsderailed at Mason City
because of the ice. That noisecould have been deer
folding into the fieldswhile the Monticello
Boys Choir sangin the auditorium
about messenger angels. But whatis ceremony without coffee,
pancakes wet with butter,frozen blueberries, spatulas
greased with this morning'seggs, while someone crouches
outside in corn, hiding prayerbeneath her blue sweatshirt,
the whispers of farmagainst farm, conspiring
to unzip Illinois?The same man who
discovered margarinenamed his daughter
after a white flower.In the south garden,
bearing his name, the cowslose their legs in deep snow,
eating down to the exhausted grassand the frozen lowing things
that uphold it. In this,we find our can openers
and turn the heat so high,the air filling with such expectation
it could be the new year.
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from The Morrow Plots
Black Lawrence Press
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