Christine Jackson Verse-Virtual 2016 December

December 2016

I teach literature and creative writing at a South Florida university. When I’m not dodging hurricanes or mosquito-borne illnesses, I also help to plan writing conferences for the Mystery Writers of America, Florida Chapter. You can find my poetry online in the Scarlet Leaf Review, Ekphrastic Review, and Treehouse: An Exhibition of the Arts. For more about my work, please see http://cahss.nova.edu/faculty/christine_jackson.html

Thursday Afternoon Storm

I used to think that you were like
a four o’clock Miami thunderstorm
dropping a hard rain
that leaves me drenched.
By five, the sun comes out
steaming away puddles,
leaving only damp rings
on the pavement.
Imagine my surprise
waking the next morning
to hear morning rumbles,
not new signs of bad weather,
but you, outside,
rolling my re-cycle bins to the curb
for Friday morning trash pick up.

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