One Poem by Bruce Morton

 

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.