Sonnet for Wiscasset, Maine
Thibault Raoult
The sumac's gone dull.
That was yesterday.
Today the ocean’s pull
Carries the registered sun-flame
Resolute below the heron.
What can I take from
This hybrid apparition
Other than loam.
Other than your mottled scent.
Other than a cinder
Roaming in the wind.
What the remainder
Of a Maine Lucifer?
It is here I must moor.
Sonnet for Wiscasset, Maine by Thibault RaoultThe Swallows by Carol Quinn