Saturday, February 23, 2019

Fallout




I. ~ Spring, circa 1878
Hominy Ridge bares her breast
The jowling river below
Filled with felled timber
Men walk the flotilla

II. ~ August 2017
The old fire tower is a popular stop
Hiking The North Country Trail
Cancer survivor pans his camera
Sunset, river, long way down, he shivers

III. ~ Fall, circa 1756
Sharp flint arrowheads
Pierce thick red coats
Seneca whoop, Frenchmen jeer
Cold river receives the fallen

IV. ~ June 2013
Tinman Tom tenders his wares
Dressed in sweltering Hessian-blue wool
Demonstrating a lantern, beeswax blazes
Dares anyone to find better
V. ~ June 1928
Clever girl gets boy to skinny dip
She swims in her step-in chemise
The clinging moonlight reveals her
She mimes a fan dance, they marry

VI. ~ July 4, 1955
A strong pale man paddles the canoe
The bow sits Little Princess cross-legged
A turkey feather waves in her dark hair
Pointing aft, she calls the man Daddy Brave

VII. ~ October 2003
High winds cause the fallout
Rare red-necked grebe form a flotilla
Diverse peoples flock from all over

Behold her wet plumes



~ Girard Tournesol



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