By Jeff Calareso

She was in a wheelchair
the camera didn't capture.

Still she had no trouble
forecasting the weather.

Behind her, the green screen still
appeared as the world below her.

I watched her glide back and forth,
one arm on the wheel, one arm

carrying clouds across the Rockies.
She made the sun appear

and disappear at her command.
She ably held back the rain.


I am a graduate of Colby College, with a degree in English and creative writing. I have worked as a high school English teacher, a tutor for students with severe learning disabilities, and an activist, among other endeavors. My writing style is most influenced by Jane Kenyon, Tony Hoagland, and Carl Sandburg.



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