global warming
poem #4
after a non-
winter I
wrote if
it’s 88 in
Springfield
on the ides
of march
what’s it
going to be
in mid-july
now we know
we’ve sown
the wind and
are reaping
the whirlwind
glaciers in
antarctica
are sliding
forward a
foot an hour
calving
into the
sea
2012 Jacqueline Jackson
poem #4
after a non-
winter I
wrote if
it’s 88 in
Springfield
on the ides
of march
what’s it
going to be
in mid-july
now we know
we’ve sown
the wind and
are reaping
the whirlwind
glaciers in
antarctica
are sliding
forward a
foot an hour
calving
into the
sea
2012 Jacqueline Jackson
