Bill Callahan | Summer Painter

When the hurricane hit
Some found it suspicious
That I'd just since left the frame
Like all that time spent down by the water
Had somehow given me control over the rain
Some people say wrongly that I wash things away
Guess I got my rainy day

Like a sorcerer's cape
The rain ripped the lips off the mouth of the bay
Rendered the eye
Sleighted the hand
Tricked the land and
Blew the air away

Then came a quiet no one should know