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  • new crest – 40.7

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  • Hunkering down part 2

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    39 feet by tonight. All low-lying areas in our valley have a mandatory evacuation. Every one in the path of Hurricane Agnes in ’72 is forced to leave – meaning about 60,000 people or so have to pack their cats, insurance documents, photographs, lives as quickly as they can. By 8 tonight they have to…

  • Noah, hurry the *&%@ up!

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    Market street bridge waits for more water. The dark river rises unnoticed until the moment (tomorrow? Friday?) when it finally crests above the stone. Police barricades, blinking orange lights, detour upon detour, I finally crossed the river to get home. Thankful for my hill – 38 feet – that’s the projected water level. The dyke…

  • Hunkering down

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    The clouds bully, fat and lazy, smirking with humidity. They’ve scared off the sun. Not even her halo’s light rim can be seen in the sky. But it’s starting to get darker.The wind rustles the weeds growing from our garage’s rain gutter. Irene’s tip is crossing the city limits of Philadelphia – slowly at 14…

  • GUUUUUULP

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    This is my first gulp of air at work today. And now it smells like fish. Last night I had a dream of two twisters. Clear and close enough I could kiss. And I wasn’t scared of them, I was in awe. I wanted to touch them. They seemed more liquid than air. The lightning…

  • On the brink

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    The pearls of rain adorned on the telephone wires never looked so beautiful. Please don’t snow, please don’t snow, please don’t snow…

  • 2-7 inches

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    …of snow forecasted for the next 2 days. What level of hell is this? Bill Murray was in Groundhog’s day for: Precisely, 8 years, 8 months, and 16 days. 6 months+ doesn’t seem so bad anymore.

  • Over-saturated

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    Snow falls from the branches. It looks like cotton, but looks and feels are different. Snow has fallen. Wet and heavy. I dropped my coffee on a long white pillow. I dropped my lunch on the asphalt. Thank god for pyrex the unbreakable glass. All the colors are over-saturated. White grays blacks again. Do you…

  • More snow

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    I fear my crocus didn’t even have a chance. And I’m a terrible keeper. When it’s light, I’ll put on my boots, get out the snow shovel I eagerly put in the basement and maybe I can save some of Spring. How are you supposed to know as a flower? How do such things survive?…

  • Bats, moons, beer

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    They laugh in hearty wood tones. A cigarette lingering up through  my writing room. The doors are open. THE DOORS ARE OPEN! And the moon. did you see the moon?! Oh, rising like a ship with fierce sails. An open mouth. The O in the middle of a daisy. Pat says she’s the closest she’ll…