the weather in my bones,
my nose
tells me
that it's raining, with
a possible
chance of snow.
the knee,
says clouds,
the elbow wind.
my feet
call for socks before
i go out
again.
i am a barometer,
a human
form of doppler
radar.
no need to watch the news.
i already
know what coat
to wear,
or when to grab
an umbrella.
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