I wrote this poem about Corn Hill 2 years ago almost to the date. It snowed late March after a few warm days and I thought I’d lose my mind. Maybe not as much as the two in this poem. The name Bonnie comes from a long time Corn Hill resident that was always very nice to me. I dug up some more poems from the Corn Hill series after reading your email, Terri. Here’s a link to the last poem I posted about Corn Hill.
That Old March Argument
“Just remind me, again, why we left so early?” she said coyly.
“It’s a fluke, Bonnie. A fluke”!
Of course the argument started in early.
And of course he was pretty silent at first.
“You remind me of your mother, sometimes”, she honked.
That’s when he got hot and flew into a rage.
“You know what you sound like?” he asked rhetorically.
“I was happy in the South.”
“Do we really have to go through this every year”!
“Every year it snows. I hate the snow.”
I just couldn’t take it anymore. First thing in the morning and I have to wake up on a lazy Sunday to an argument. I went to the window, the river was barely moving around freshly fallen snow. I watched their short bodies bob, their silhouettes slight and silent in the orange sun.
“People are trying to sleep”! I yelled.
And I watched them fly away, startled by my cracking voice, knowing that they mate for life.
Anthony N. White is a writer currently living in Rochester, NY.
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