Weather Report From Chong Khae at 4 PM

To the east, roiling energy thermals

blast titanium white mushroom clouds

into the stratosphere as if the gods

themselves have started a nuclear war.

To the north, the sky is empty

and as blue as a Scandinavian’s eye.

To the west, black-bottom rain clouds

squeeze the horizon into a claustrophobic,

ever smaller, darker line of land.

To the south, thin, over riding white

clouds seem to spin at their eastern tips

like foamless soap down an unseen drain.

And across my flat cement pad, I have 

noticed that the commuter trains of ants

that usually rocket from the fence to the

house foundation are not running today. 

Only a few lost souls seem to float in

vague circles down there like someone

seeing stars.  It’s hot.

Now back to you and the real news.

FG  4/21/2010

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