March winds

March 16, 1998

BLOW, BLOW, THOU downtown sky; freeze, freeze, thou button-store morn. Remember March, the woes of March remember.

I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll rip your roof and turn your iron, brick and board into chaos.

Is the wind rising? Florida's trailer camp thinks so; the El Nino mappers and Whitbread voyagers think so. Television news feels the story may be West Baltimore Street's ensuing traffic jam. But the environmentalists know so: burn all those forests, pave all those plains, and less and less is left to impede the blast.

Who was it that put up an office building with a buckle around it? Shall we see a new domestic architecture, round and streamlined?

Drop the arctic melt, the tectonic jolt, the virus plot and, oh yes, the asteroid. There's the sky. It never has shortness of breath.

Pub Date: 3/16/98

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