Paul stays
foggy and drizzly
all day long.
Hot chocolate
does nothing
to alter his forecast.
Somewhere
far away in Europe
the hills echo
with World War II
as old ordnance
claims a milk cow.
Paul drifts up Taos’ Paseo
to prospect the sky
for three hundred thirty days
of brilliant sunshine,
magnificent sunsets
and light that entraps artists.
The purple thistles
seem out of season
but opportunistic
while climate change
performs its namesake duties
pressuring mercury.
Adobe Bar electrifies wooden music
and a spontaneous round
on Guinness pints.
The Hum contemplates
who hears it and who does not
separating the struggling Paul
for another day’s distraction
of journaling on rolling papers
and retreating into that fog.
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