"Weather Report"

"There be squalls"

Here in Penzance

Chasing each other

Across roof-tops

Of houses and cars.

Dashing themselves

Into vapour

On all surfaces.

Death-sliding down

Roofs ~ over edges

Launders and gutters

Down-pipes overflowing.

Making raging rivers

In miniature

Down the steep streets

Leading to the sea.

Causing little dams

Of rubbish to form

Behind the wheels

Of Parked cars.

Last nights take away

Making a dash

For freedom

To evade

The hungry gulls.

School girls squeal

As each cold gust

Hits them

Too fashion conscious

To wear a coat

Or carry a 'brolly.

Visibility closes down

As each squall hits,

Opens again as sight

Follows the squall

Into the distance.

Across the bay.

And between each squall

Sunny spells shining

On the washed clean

Streets.

The street cleaners

Will be happy

All the rubbish

Is at the bottom

Of the hill!

Copyright © Res JFB 18 Jan 2008