swimmers are
silhouettes
at dusk
that flaming stillness
is everyone’s sundown
stare, dad’s
calling
tie down the boat
and clump across the dock,
supper’s waiting
…hurry
© Richard L. Provencher
First published Spring 1991
Tabula Rasa Magazine
Volume 2, Number 2
London, Ontario
ISSN 0843-9842

Comments
skinner_jennifer | July 2, 2011 - 16:25
Yet another great read. Was this about you and your
Dad? Hope you don't mind me asking.
Jenny.
maisie | July 2, 2011 - 18:28
very smart proffessional poem :) as they say over there - good job!
fatboy74 | July 2, 2011 - 20:01
I like this, a bit like some Frost I have read.
Richard L. Prov... | July 2, 2011 - 21:01
Hello Jenny, yes this was about dad, and calling me to supper. Aren't children hard to drag away from fun? Especially at the cottage. RLP
Richard L. Prov... | July 2, 2011 - 21:03
Maisie, merci. I can still feel the chill upon my toes, and the mosquitoes buzzing about, eager to take part in the fun of---munching me. RLP
Richard L. Prov... | July 2, 2011 - 21:37
Hello, F-74. What a nice, no, lovely comment, re Mr. Frost, a poet I really enjoy. Thanks from me. Richard LP