I live in Lawrenceville, a town just north of Atlanta, where I work as a tech writer. Beside poetry, the love of my artistic life is classical music, and though I don’t play an instrument anymore, I do write music reviews for Audiophile Audition. My poetry has appeared in Chelsea, Cream City Review, and Journal of the American Medical Association. Please visit my website, http://leepassarella.net/, for a sampling of my work.
Lake Wylie, South Carolina
Purple martins stitch the heavy air
in endless search of protein on the wing.
They shadow a slightly later hour,
when low-hung clouds screen
the sun in windowed glamor.
But now the martins swoop and coo
over this manmade lake and its special effects:
ersatz waves radiate from a dozen wakes,
crisscrossing the shore in lapidary weave.
There, thousands of bleached mussel shells
bob and comb the ragged verge,
while high above tag-playing martins
and their song, an indifferent heron
flies home to wherever home
may be tonight. Only the live oaks,
the patina-ed waters sing
in ancient polyphony. Medieval. Eocene.
©2017 Lee Passarella
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