Wish we had a bit more speckling and puckering here, Max. Like the sense of
being pulled off task by these distractions.
Bill
On Thursday, November 12, 2015, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Rain Puddles
>
> on next-door’s flat roof
> we overlook while gazing
> towards the lake, speckle, pucker;
>
> as more raindrops fall,
> bubbles form, slither and pop.
> Down on the lake's speckling
>
> also - vertical fall meets
> horizontal spread - there - now -
> even today seaplanes taxi,
>
> lift off, vanish, or buzz in
> to touch down, long wakes
> widening, subsiding.
>
> Small yachts tack about,
> a rowing eight pulls ahead
> of their coach’s put-put boat.
>
> Later - soon - two crows or three
> will touch down on that roof,
> let drop from each black bill
>
> some dry morsels, moistening
> in one of those puddles.
> I should be so intent
>
> on my reading, masticating,
> not to be jotting this down,
> but keep sneaking quick glances
>
> at raindrops, puddles, lake, the craft
> so various, the crows, themselves
> now scoffing and swallowing.
>
> Max Richards
> above Lake Union, Seattle
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