Squall (Poem)

Squall

    after Andrew Wyeth's Squall

1

It's summer:
she never thinks
to take her yellow raincoat,

always leaves me
wondering how she'll track
incautious sloops in sudden storms.

2

Today, I read her signals
without needing to search
our tangled clothed-less lines.

3

Already, I've recounted
every stone we've lifted,
re-set to mark our way.


4

Undressed, the window
always mirrors the chill
we fight to hold inside.

5

Heat rushes from the open kitchen door.

© 2012 Maureen E. Doallas
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Today's photo prompt at Magpie Tales is Andrew Wyeth's Squall, painted in 1986 on Maine's Southern Island.

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