I saw worms everywhere curling
and pulsating across
the sidewalk the day before. Airport
terminal power mysteriously out
the day before. Seductive electricity
shreds after midnight
the day of. Morning showers
give way just long enough
to put me in a Sunday afternoon
trance. Those sirens have nothing
on us—cat and me—the moment
of. Just a few miles north
flattens. The day before
sinks to the muddy bottom
of puddles where urban legends
have drowned.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
Hi Amy,
I enjoyed so much about this poem… the intriguing details set in changing time frames, the time references themselves (setting up nice rhythm), the seeming personal disconnect, the graphic conclusion. Bravo!!!
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Thanks so much Nancy. Seems like extreme weather is here to stay–hard not to end up writing about it as it relates to… well, everything.
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