AUGUST AT CAPE ANN

We know how quickly
the excitable rain
will quicken a crowd
at our outside jazz gig
playing in a trio recital
of sax, piano and bongo
on the beach-red sand
in late afternoon's exodus
at a summer's vacation day
deserted for a five minute break
as the sunshine returns
with runaways and black birds
knowing miracles
are for the weekend leave
of a returning veteran actor
in his motel
expecting to hear
from his over heated agent
during the torture
of his rehearsal week
unpacking his itinerant gear
hoping to remember the words
for BZ's play "Opera Bluffs"
by his epigrammatic mirror
as a poet wanders alone
by the rough  blue white sea
watching the kites
on a parasol sky
under thunder and lightening.