SUDDEN SQUALL AT CHURCH AND CHAMBERS STREET
The wind-whipped rain is
no respecter of
freshly dry-cleaned suits
nor buttons loosely sewn
Gusting across the square it
spirals yesterday’s news to
unaccustomed heights,
overmatches the frenzied swipes of
windshield wipers turned on high
Tossing the trash that
overflows the bins, it
floods the sucking sewers
‘til they gurgle in defeat
It parts a hat from head and
sails it down the dirty,
draining streams running beside the
curb. It strips the last remains
of dignity from the red-faced,
fat-rolled pursuer running with
umbrella turned slightly inside out.
The wind-whipped rain is
no respecter of
freshly dry-cleaned suits
nor buttons loosely sewn
Gusting across the square it
spirals yesterday’s news to
unaccustomed heights,
overmatches the frenzied swipes of
windshield wipers turned on high
Tossing the trash that
overflows the bins, it
floods the sucking sewers
‘til they gurgle in defeat
It parts a hat from head and
sails it down the dirty,
draining streams running beside the
curb. It strips the last remains
of dignity from the red-faced,
fat-rolled pursuer running with
umbrella turned slightly inside out.
This is the poem I picked to recite in front of my 7th grade English class- I can actually picture what's happening..
ReplyDeleteinteresting. in this poem you're strictly an observer. we don't know your thoughts and feelings about being in the storm. not even sure if you're sympathetic to the chap chasing his hat or if you view him with some measure of disdain.
ReplyDeletehow do you feel about dating the poems? from Vicki's comment i learned that you wrote this one long ago. it'd be fun to track your "development."
I especially enjoyed this poem. It captures the storm in such a way that for a second I felt a cold, damp breeze brush down my back! Great job Gharris!
ReplyDeleteFrom your fan, Luca.