Weather by Hettie Jones
Weather
Hettie JonesMy folder of poems
labeled “weather” holds
no clues as to whether
or not there’ll be anyweather to count on, say,
a hard rain like “little nails,” or
that deluge “plunging radiant”now that we’ve plunged into war
and wars don’t stop like rain stopslike that last slow drizzle
onto the old tin bathroom ventsweet hint of growth
in the soft wet drift northfire or ice, fire or ice
are you breathing, are you lucky enough
to be breathing
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This poem appeared in Doing 70 by Hettie Jones, published by Hanging Loose Press, 2007. (Available direct from Hanging Loose Press • Also on: Amazon • Bookshop)
ABOUT HETTIE JONES
Born Hettie Cohen in Brooklyn, New York, on July 16, 1934, Hettie Jones was raised in the Laurelton section of Queens. She attended Mary Washington College before going on to earn a BA in drama from the University of Virginia and pursue postgraduate work at Columbia University. Jones’s first collection of poems, Drive (Hanging Loose Press, 1997), was selected by Naomi Shihab Nye to receive the Norma Farber First Book Award from the Poetry Society of America. She is also the author… (more)
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