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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