Produced by Maine Poetry Central and Dennis Camire

This week’s poem is by Susann Pelletier of Lewiston.

 

Hurricane Weather

By Susann Pelletier

 

The hurricane has not hit yet —

I ask when?

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Knowing how this closeness with you

Of word and breath

Presages

A mighty wind, great fluttering of leaves,

Falling of limbs,

And of the walls of all those rooms

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That enclose our sleep,

Hold in our dreams.

 

I mean, all these extravagancies of summer

Becoming keener, will be upended

Petal by petal, whistle by whistle, call by call.

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Roses and bobolinks and crickets

All hauled into the spiraling.

Daughters and sons, fathers and mothers,

More distant relations, neighbors and bosses

Drawn up

Into a final fandango

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Before they go into the gust.

 

But I will go straight to the hurricane’s eye,

Flying through the fiercest turning,

Arrive at the clear silence in the middle

And waltz there with you

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Where only sky will clothe us

Where no words, no poems,

Will fall from our tongues . . .

Only the hum of old songs

We thought we had forgotten,

Only the sough of summer wind

On our lips.

 

Dennis Camire can be reached at denniscamire@hotmail.com

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