Raining on West Sound
By Glen Stephens
Masts at the marina totter with each gust drunken sticks staggering nowhere finches have fled the feeder hide deep in the dark trees by the path to the water the laughing gull like Lear’s jester has disappeared days and nights of rain and wind and now water rattles down the drains the walls shudder gray earth wooden houses along the shore seem slowly dissolving out on the Sound on the dark water a foolish cormorant on a post holding wings out wide as if to dry
Copyright 2007 Glen Stephens