Issue Eleven - September 2007

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