Machias, Early March Poem by Myles Petrovits

Machias, Early March

The bay doesn't care that I'm watching it.
That's the first honest thing anybody ever taught me.
My father stood at the edge once in his good coat
And I thought he was going to say something important.
He said 'cold front moving in'. And I wrote it down.
I was eight years old and already keeping records
Of the weather in place of everything else.

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1st poem by Myles Petrovits during his stay in NYC
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