by Jéanpaul Ferro
All of us natives hope for September again,
when the blueberries pop from their branches,
and the songbirds give us their last symphonies,
when we would trade it all in for one smiling face,
each one of us still in the warmth of our summer dreams—
that late time of the year when we miss each other the
most.
After ten days of storms over Rhode Island,
the red starfish litter the beach like it is the sky,
pools form in the middle of the golden dunes,
the black form of fishermen sway again down
in the salt ponds near Galilee,
and over on the Newport Bridge, the cars go sliding
forth like they will never be coming back again—shhhh!
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ABOUT THE POET ~
A 10-time Pushcart Prize nominee, Jéanpaul Ferro’s work has appeared on National Public Radio, Contemporary American Voices, Columbia Review, Emerson Review, Connecticut Review, Sierra Nevada Review, Portland Monthly, Rattle Magazine, Arts & Understanding Magazine, and others. He is the author of All The Good Promises (Plowman Press, 1994), Becoming X (BlazeVox Books, 2008), You Know Too Much About Flying Saucers (Thumbscrew Press, 2009), Hemispheres (Maverick Duck Press, 2009) Essendo Morti – Being Dead (Goldfish Press, 2009), nominated for the 2010 Griffin Prize in Poetry; and Jazz (Honest Publishing, 2011), nominated for both the 2012 Kingsley Tufts Poetry Prize and the 2012 Griffin Prize in Poetry. He is represented by the Jennifer Lyons Literary Agency. Website: www.jeanpaulferro.com * E-mail: jeanpaulferro@netzero.net
Last updated August 30, 2011