A reflective poem of static, cold air, and dogs, exploring change, memory and inner weather.
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Static in the air— the dogs announce the weather before the clouds do. Tin roof takes the drum— first drops find old rhythm; ant columns break rank. Jacaranda drift purples the gutter silt a shoe keeps the stain. After the hard noon, steam lifts off the tar like breath; we open the house.
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