The Dr. Linda Veldheer Memorial Prize
Walking Tour of Charleston
Walking last week through rain-soaked city streets,
A month’s heat doused pastel into blue warm
Embers of Rainbow Row by torrential sheets,
I thought nothing of the cold science of storms,
Nothing of how the earth’s rotation forces
Clouds into logical circles that stew
In tropical waters like wild horses
Corralled and reined and tamed. I thought of you.
It came in a flood, not calculated verse
Constrained by convention and sonnet forms,
But rather like a bolting carriage horse
Unbridled and galloping free. Let’s wander warm
Alleys like tourists happily lost. We need
No map. Stumble along, see where it leads.