She swims in Winnipesaukee to capture loons
    on film.  Their oily feathers are black and white.
A squall disrupts the summer afternoon.

When heavy rain clouds burst like water balloons,
    New Hampshire’s favorite fowl disperse in flight.
Why visit Winnipesaukee?  To capture loons

on film requires a telescopic lens.
    Lightning and thunder explode like dynamite
when squalls disrupt the summer afternoons.

Her hopes for perfect pictures lie in ruins.
    She works so hard to photograph the sight
of Winnipesaukee’s elusive flocks of loons.

Their call resembles the sound of contrabassoons
    tuning for a symphony at night.
Summer squalls disrupt the afternoons

when eager scouts arrive at camp in June.
    Buying postcards is for hypocrites!
She drinks to Winnipesaukee to toast the loons,
but squanders her dreams in cheap saloons.

– Robert Piazza