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SHJ Issue 1
Spring 2010

[One Poem]

Stephen Dunn

One Source

—A love poem

Tropical storm Barbara was nearing Hawaii.
In Death Valley it was 115 degrees.
Barbara, reports said, was diminishing.
One source said she was picking up speed.
In Death Valley not even the salamanders were moving.
In Burlington, Vermont, it was cool.
There’d be regular updates on how Barbara was doing.
In Death Valley the bones of cattle were on fire.
Burlington would have showers off and on.
Tropical storm Barbara was a doozie.
Even when slowing down she was picking up speed.
One source was sure of it.
Death Valley’s forecast was for more of the same.
In Burlington, Vermont—lake effect, fog.
Barbara, everyone now agreed, would be a hurricane.
One source insisted she already was.


“...we have been born here to witness and celebrate. We wonder at our purpose for living. Our purpose
is to perceive the fantastic. Why have a universe if there is no audience?” — Ray Bradbury