August Thirteenth
Here I sit in Bozeman, Montana,
On a sunny August thirteenth
Mountains a window away.
This is probably apocryphal,
But it is said they say
That today is the only day
Since they have kept records
About weather on which it has
Not snowed. Can you believe it?
The possibility of snow on
Any other day. I look out
My window and sure enough
There is snow nowhere to be
Seen. But I do notice that today is
International Lefthanders’
Day.
Bruce Morton splits his time between Montana and Arizona. His poems have most recently appeared or are forthcoming in Muddy River Poetry Review, Main Street Rag, Halfway Down the Stairs, Ibbetson Street, and San Pedro River Review. He was formerly Dean of Libraries at Montana State University.
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