weather report

he sat in in his rickety gray chair
the scent of bougainvillea lingering
just behind his head
as he rested

‘a slight breeze’
the weather report said
“partly sunny and no chance of rain
an excellent day to be outside.”
the man on tv had said, waving at nothing

everybody knows
he only points at an unadorned green wall
no fat clouds or smiling suns
only an empty, bare, bleak,
totally unembellished and downright boring wall

his critique of the weather report had begun
a daily routine
he talked to no one
no one answered
yet somehow he heard no one

content, he lifted his tired body
from the rickety gray chair
replaced the flower pot to save his seat
and walked inside
“sure looks like rain.” he said with a whisper.



poetry & photo:  tolbert