forecast

the party’s not for hours but
the guests are arriving
early.
they’re knocking at the door for
the celebration,
their best whites trimmed
with grey;
they’re teeming to the horizon,
packed tight, no blue between
remains —
they pace, they
swell,
sweating
in the crowd,
lining the walls of the world
jostling
with anticipation
so thick,
you could cut it with a spoon

Amy Hoy @amyhoy