tropical storm Debbie
became porch sprinkle Debbie
this may be the most beautiful place on earth
for me right now, this porch
racing above and wetting one shoulder
triple-decker squalls
and sharp gusts "What do you think, Bob?
30 miles an hour?" Bob was
a professional fisherman from way back. He could judge.
> "More."
the trees play a rough rugby match
power stays on though
always a blessing in the country
the "quit it" bird signals and scolds for an interval
then another tapestry jumps in: tree frogs and cicadas
I'm sitting on the porch
rain on my right shoulder
dry on my left