Saturday, June 25, 2016


I never tire of watching
the ocean wash over rocks
or hearing the sound of water
coming and going as if undecided
I sit and read while this display
rewinds and plays over and over
A lobster boat stops to pull in traps
I share a peanut energy bar, drink water,
check my step counter to report how far
we walked before coming here to the rocks
I know this place, the way the granite slab
tilts forward, the tufts of grass,the indent
where water pools after a rain, cobble rocks,
and the gulls that hope for a handout


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