Lawrence Hall, HSG
Monsoon Coffee
The old men argue whether
we have monsoons
Or if our afternoon
thunderstorms are unworthy
Of scientific labels,
notations, or marks
To be discussed on the six
o’clock news
Each day at four I take my
coffee outside
To sit beneath the oak and
take the air
With a book, the Wordle,
or an empty mind
As thunderheads rise like
monsters in the east
Fearsome clouds menace the
sky-paling moon
And breezes wind
themselves up for the daily monsoon
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