ORROWED WEATHER

Rain against my window Sunlight on your street You send me half

a sentence I read it underneath Your afternoon is golden Mine has

turned to grey We keep borrowing weather From somewhere far away

You say,

“It’s warm here.”

I touch the glass

Like that could mean something

Send me your weather I’ll send you mine

Four in the afternoon Past midnight on my side Send me the

blue sky I’ll send you the rain Maybe for a minute We

can live in the same place

Same place

Same place For a minute

Coffee going colder Traffic underneath Your voice arrives in pieces Through a

little screen I hear a train behind you You hear the storm

in mine Two rooms holding open Two completely different times

You say, “Look outside.”

I do

Even though you mean your sky

Send me your weather I’ll send you mine

Four in the afternoon Past midnight on my side Send me the

blue sky I’ll send you the rain

Maybe for a minute We can live in the same place

Your sun

My rain

Your four o’clock

My yesterday

If clouds could cross the distance

If night could travel slow

Would your light reach my window

Before I have to go?

Don’t answer

Just leave the line open

Four o’clock

Midnight

Your side

My side

Send me your weather

I’ll send you mine

No need to make it forever

Just give me a little time

Send me the street noise I’ll send you the rain

Maybe we don’t need

To be in the same place To feel

The same thing

It stopped raining here.

How is it there?