5/09/2021

Acadia

The tricolor and star painted on
the sides of buildings. A flag
flapping above an estuary hummock.
Cape Bray-tawn vs. Cape Breat-ten.

A woman’s lilting cadence as she places
The Rose and Rooster vegan special of the day
on the countertop.

[RK, 5/9/21]


Lawrencetown Beach

wind off the North Atlantic
pushes sea fog landward
the moment, the moment
the winding sheet of a cold day

a shingle of smooth stones
big as fists or small as marbles
piled in flowing fractal dollops
handfuls of solid round-osity

brown sand between seawall and sea
smooth angle and devoid of shells
novice surfers sway in swells
wet suits punctuate the gray waves

I’m rooted in rocks, water, and sky,
the moment, the moment
my tangled thoughts straightened out
and laid flat to dry

[RK. 5/9/21]
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