Poem 8: The return of summer

© Bruce Goodman 1 April 2015

8summer
The waves ran gentle races for a while,
green and slow, home-come in rows.
Small footprints jollicked to the shore and back and
children saw sea-tulips in the heat
‘til tides-grown-tired-of-riding
bedded back to sleep.

A shriek of silence seemed to stun the sky.
The gannet stumbled in the air
pierced by the shock of sudden accident.
A lonely island waded in the sea.

I saw through spray a sudden surge of recklessness:
a toppled boat turned slow.
Three children drowned.
There were shells strewn
madly on the
sand
like
strangling necklaces.

Winter hid the sunken summer.
A bit of moon hung somewhere in the night.
Somewhere in the night
some sunshine sung.

Yes, tonight I dreamed of clouds
screamed to crimson in the mountains.
Stilts stood still at estuaries
and summer came.

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