Mums and pumpkins lush new berry canes berryless old dry canes plucked of starveling blackberries the gull’s breast white as massed fair weather clouds how still a source joy is piano bopping notes thrown like gravel under the tenor’s chesty swagger, afternoon light equal over all, fading gold crossed by gull shadow whose grandparents arrived in a 1930s hurricane effortless, instantaneous agreeable fortune of life |
© 2000 William Corbett