We know how to live
day to day,
from if to if—
the first word
to begin each thread
we follow to connect
tomorrow, weighing
elements and trends
of hay, grass and rain.
We come to despise
the empty promises
of weathermen at night,
see thin cows in our sleep.
The light is low,
leaves on fire
as cotyledons hesitate
on naked hillsides.
No one knows
and only a newcomer
or a fool dare predict
weather in California.
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