the weathergirl at 6 and 11

i watch

the weather not because i want

to know

if it's going to rain,

or snow,

be hot or cold.

no.

i have a window for that.

i watch it for the weather girl

in her

high heels

and fancy dress.

i'm in love,

no matter what

the forecast is,

or whether she's right

or wrong.

there's something about the way

she points

at a cold front

on the map, moving in,

and says,

doppler radar with a 

toss of her hair,

then

with an endearing smile,

see you back here, at

eleven.

now back to you, Jim.