We are all Strangers - Barry Denny

[Larry Robinson]

We are all Strangers  

Crisps of sleet slash my face walking to yoga 
in the morning of the bomb cyclone 
of wind and snow.

A bomb cyclone conjures WW2 pilots
releasing carnage on cities, dropping explosives
on medieval churches--erasing history 
for the sake of preserving civilization.

The yoga teacher never shows up,
leaving three students outside a bodega shivering 
in the morning of the bomb cyclone, while a tattered lady, 
face eclipsed by a woolen batman mask, 
drags a suitcase through the storm.  

We are all strangers in the snow-- herky-jerky
memento mori, dreaming transformation 
and repose towards an opening,
neither weapon nor cyclone.

For me, coffee and croissant in a diner,
warmth  and sustenance
filling in the dots.

	- Barry Denny


 **    A bomb cyclone is basically a winter hurricane. According to the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration <https://oceanservice.noaa.gov/facts/bombogenesis.html>,  <https://oceanservice.noaa.gov/facts/bombogenesis.html>it "occurs when a midlatitude cyclone rapidly intensifies," or quickly drops in atmospheric pressure, marking the strengthening of the storm. 


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