From Cape Cod Review:
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White feather draws the line,
Wave and seaweed marks feathered. Four sticks, Looming towers at dune edge. Plastic bags soaked and twisting, Plastic chairs stacked, sliding west, Delineate the end of civilization, The beginning of wilderness. Erosion comes to take all these things away. Equal opportunity rescuer, One piece of island slips into the other Then all is gone. Gull wings silent, Disappear into the darkness. |
