Await A Riposte Poem by Mark Schowengerdt

As my rose points east to the seashore
I make a call and await a riposte
My knot is tying, days left: four
Tempest looms to batter the coast

The forthcoming spouse evacuated north
As Maria's ascent promotes an insidious surge
We proceed watching attentively henceforth
Praying that our kinfolk will converge

Nuptial back drop: sets of crooked pylon
The furthest point east within the Tar Heel
Our shelter on a beach woebegone
I plea to Him, a wholehearted appeal

However, our devotion will remain
No matter the severity of the tide
Regardless of the amount of rain
Our marriage will be verified

She the mortar holding me together
Myself the brick, hardheaded, no foresight
Love reinforced tower, heedless to the weather
Daughter on top, our bright little guiding light