when does this world ever give you lemons?
does mother earth bend her slender waist,
brushing her face against your cheek, smelling
of sunshine and soil and sleek creek water,
offering a handful of her tangy fruit?
she twists up rain clouds, pours icy water
over your porch with no roof,
puts your cigarettes out,
ices your car handles shut
and borrows your electricity
until mankind can bargain with her.
just a random 3am bitching about the weather. ha