Working Copies

A misreading implies
a proper reading.
At five AM it is still dark
and I hear no wind,
and the only light in the room comes from the red analog of the clock.
"It smells like rain."
She curls her head over my shoulder
and makes a space for the statement.
I think she's being poetic
and doze back off.
When the alarm goes off at six
it is pouring.
I reach for her to pull her back to that place of clairovoyance--
I want to know sports scores, lotto numbers, chicken or egg
but she just asks
"Can't you smell the weather?"
and pushes her back to me.
Nine minutes later the alarm is going off again.
And the pillow next to me bears long dark strands of thick black hair
in no discernible pattern.