Postcards from Bar Harbor in a Spring Nor’easter
A black and white
striated storm flag streaks
across its tethered space.
High tide is windswept
over stone impediments
forging the harbor pier.
Pick-up trucks are battered
by strong waves that crash
the anchorage wall head-on.
A single lobster boat is tugging
at its mooring in a roiling
bay of sea-sized waves.
An island in the background
fades behind a driving rain
in mists from endless surf.
We watch in silence while
the sound of wind is drowning
everything in view.
~Son Rivers 2007 rev-1
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
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