Anthony Deaton

All Effect

For this reason hail in June
and how we read the season
jeremiad or excuse
to shelter in the park gazebo
as white granular ciphers
written hectic and sky-bitten
over the well-mannered lawn
spell birdsong despite it all
or because of it perhaps
grackles crowd lower boughs
keen and scold the wintry
missiles with shrill flushing
whistles that overbrim
loosening like unpent steam
from the tea kettle’s grip
singing for this reason
your loose shoulder strap
a little falls a little falls
what your freckled shoulder means
on the tip of my tongue.

Anthony Deaton
All Effect appeared in Rhumb Lines (Sutton Hoo Press, 2002).
Poem, copyright © Anthony Deaton, 2002
Appearing on the Fishouse with permission
Audio file, copyright © 2005, From the Fishouse