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The Weather Channel (Free verse) by jessicazee
I heard all four seasons will come here tomorrow, maybe all at once like hot chairs and floors, mosquitoes and terrycloth coverups, baggy maple-syruped candlelight bowling, fingerless gloves, a turtle in a dishpan, a snowdrop poking up like a plastic grocery bag, before the lilacs hide me again from the neighbors' perfect compost heap, a sexy sweet sweat, a late harvest flystrip serrated knives and four-wheel-drive. I hope it doesn't come all at once.

Up the ladder: The sea and sonograph
Down the ladder: In Limbo

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Arithmetic Mean: 9.0
Weighted score: 5.1897035
Overall Rank: 4765
Posted: January 29, 2008 12:51 AM PST; Last modified: January 29, 2008 12:51 AM PST
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