Apr 17, 2011

A Sonnet for Tina

Well I wonder how it happens that the weather
where you are isn't exactly the same as the weather
where I am. I'm no meteorologist, but it just seems logical
that the weather would be exactly the same everywhere
and yet, here we are: you in a very warm
climate, me where it is brisker. I also find it interesting
that not every single human being agrees completely
with all other human beings. In short, people have
slight variations, which seems unlikely, to say the least,
and yet, again, we find ourselves surrounded with
certain evidence. I don't know about you, but I used
to enjoy crime dramas. Also, I've played Frisbee and
rode a go-cart a little as a child. It's starting to
come together I think. This mystery about the weather.