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big weather city

sometimes my big weather city
likes to express her disapproval
at teenagers kissing on the streets,
goths smoking by the traffic lights,
girls wearing very few clothes
by opening her skies and chasing them away.

only on her less tolerant days;
when she's feeling kindly she encourages them
with hot skies and a breeze,
like a hand stroking your hair.

this big weather city likes her people tough;
she makes businessmen wrestle with umbrellas
and students sprint for the old trolley buses
that run clinkety clankety, clinging precariously
to the wires that run overhead.

you could get a lot of exercise in the big weather city;
some days, if the wind is blowing in the right direction
each step is an aerobics class.

our big weather city's favourite people
have hairstyles they like to let blow in the wind,
skirts designed to stream and not billow;

when she opens her skies to chase us away,
we want to run out to the curbs and laugh at her.