The News and The Weather
Too much has already been said
about the spring. More than enough
ink has been squandered on the fall.
It would be impossible to entirely cast out
the volumes that dwell on light.
That winter is marching steadily
down from the hills is as much
yesterday’s news as ripples of sand
on the beach being like something
or something else. The wet-linen
colour of almost every cloud
in literature is, frankly, boring.
It is time to address other things:
empty boxes of rain that are sometimes
trees, the neglected battalions of grass …
—C. J. Allen
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from A Strange Arrangement: New and Selected Poems (Leafe Press, 2007)