Stunned by winter's tympani
and how near as tapped mallets
the hail seems against glass,
there was plenty of time to hit
the buzzing oven alarm
on the trip down stairs,
picking up empty pop cans with
the pitched canvas kicks,
so I took a crossword guess,
made a phone call to mother
before attempting last week's dish sink
or water and a walk for the dog.
Easel lazes on spotted muslin
until the house chores ebb and let
sea foam swirl around my ankles,
yolk-yellow light my eyes.
EDWARD HARSEN WORKS IN NEW ENGLAND AND the Mid Atlantic, where he manages commercial properties. Edward spent fifteen years in the printing trade, during which time he worked for Street Magazine and Street Press. His poetry has been published by Long Island Press, Birnham Woods Graphics, Wood Coin and Street Press. He has also written several white papers on contract management. He lives in Valatie, NY, with his wife Jeanine and two children, Johnathan and Sebastian.