Friday, May 28, 2004

Morning on a Hot Day
Short Sands, York Beach, ME - 1988

A pearl blue haze
bleached nearly white by the sun
swallows the horizon
so that sea and sky blend mutedly

The sun, haze hot overhead,
pierces through,
flattening everything with its glare

cool waves collapse offshore,
but throw no relief up the
sand incline of the shore

The beach, freshly raked,
holds every passage in distinct relief
barefoot prints and webfoot prints alike

The expanse of sand fills steadily
persons arriving in multiples of one
with chairs and blankets to stake their claim

beaches are the only real estate
man still occupies

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