Weathermen

 

 

“Mountain Storm” by Tony Abeyta

 

 

tall men walk the earth
raise their fingers
to fondle the clouds
coaxing coquettes
of snow from wry
shiftable smiles
and come-hither hems

they insouciantly wade
the breadth of the oceans
some coming some going
to grope foreign weather
enticed by exotic
enchantments of
unabashed novelty

they speak thunder
flash lightning
from glowering eyes
spit out rain
along squall lines
and exhale the wind
turned by swaggering
tongues to form
sensual circular storms

till their brides declare
halt to these spasms
of inchoate manliness
recalling husbands
to faith and fidelity
pulling the sun
from their bosoms
rehanging the blue
back in place across
endlessly mollified
conjugal skies

 

 

(originally posted November 2013)