Bio Note: Spring has come to Virginia—redbuds and wild cherry on full display—but beautiful as they are, they indicate that there is yard work to do. It is hard to stay inside to write, but I know the labor will supply many images for future poems; mole hills, ivy climbing the dogwood trees, phoebes nesting in the eaves.
Saving Life for Another Day, Outer Banks, NC
Photo credit: Frederick Wilbur
Beach crowds are surprised when gathering clouds reach their ultimatum. The half-dozen rumbles it takes to cross Albemarle Sound are ignored until lifeguards whistle their own ratification. Mothers and fathers scramble to strike umbrellas, grab towels, buckets, stampede their children up rain-speckling dunes to public access stairs. Teens text and laugh. Disappearing into pastel houses, the kids piece puzzles, parents pretend, charade-style, to find consolation. They want their paradise without family squabbles, without the inconvenient sabotage of nature, having paid for it with a maxed-out credit card. They complain for a miserable week of storms before returning home to mow the forgotten lawn, grown gloriously arabesque in their absence.
©2021 Frederick Wilbur
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