Green water
still yellow pollen
floating my swollen
belly eight months
to the day.
The boat pulled to
the edge while the two
of you in ball caps kick back
swapping tales of the grand slam
his wife beside me on the
blanket, my cheap plaid shirt
a sail on Tuesday afternoon.
Two rocking horse boys playing sea
dragons across their father's
drunken legs, cans stashed beneath
the rower's seat,
still wet dripping cold.
A sun, bold enough to
stale the March beginning
oddly warmer than
three years before or since.
A photograph captures
what could have been
a beckoning call of some
red-throated loon's mate on
the ridge now rimmed with
black corners
trimmed silent.
Scupper © 4/2010
photo creator Dave Menke
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Comments
Beautiful like a fragment, like the photo, like the call of a loon, all gone.
so-called, common law marriages.
I believe they can-may be ordained?
I am silent about most hop subjects?
fun, his wife's beside me. my flannel.
red-throated loon's mate on
the ridge now rimmed with
black corners
trimmed silent."
lovely...nice to read you again.
"my cheap plaid shirt
a sail on Tuesday afternoon."
Well done.
stale the March beginning
oddly warmer than
three years before or since.
A photograph captures
what could have been
a beckoning call of some
red-throated loon's mate on
the ridge now rimmed with
black corners
trimmed silent."
enjoyed how this sounds when i read aloud. altogether a tight ekphrasis.
what a photo
all I could think of was my favorite story from when I was little "the story of ping"
remember the little duck that hid in the rushes to avoid getting spanked for being the last one back on the boat?
beautiful post
rated for wonderful