We gaze across the sea
In an uncertain time
The loons and seagulls flee
As if from serious crime.
The rollers beat the shore
And steal the sand away
I wish that they'd do more
To keep me on this Bay.
The flotsam speaks of wrath
And bonfires on the beach
We filled our pails with Plath
But kept them out of reach.
Then in came muffling mist
From there to what must be
We'll all be on some list
In time, reluctantly.
I don't know where I'll go
When winter kills this scene
But equinoctal glow
Will flare when light is lean.
Observations, obfuscations, and other oddities.. Enjoy, and thanks for reading. Tom
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