Weather Report

The day’s gray sheet tacked to the green sky
A black sheep remains, floating there
Above Yosemite’s polished dome

The hero must be well-known
Mercury climbs without rope
Through rising nimbus of cloud

As if to perform
A vertical Marathon
Throwing back

To Pheidippides’
Spartan line
From battle

Staked off the east coast of Attica
The rain should fall but doesn’t

 
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