A subtle rhyme of light is
A distant thunder in darkness is
A smooth cloth of wispy grasses in the sand is
A figure darted with unrelenting tranquility is
My view and I.
The wayward seaside of coast’s long outreach;
Those distant blues roil this snowy ocean,
Endless and infinite in their place upon this land,
Background to the farther sky and farther sun
Which touch down in burning horizon aloft the Atlantic.
A barrier island to the rockwall fields of Massachusetts,
Dotted sands and calming waves of earth,
Where a green coat of lea brush hushes the greater waters,
Where I sit in this poem.
A last bridge of vessel reflection is
A last spiral off the tint in the sky is
A tear with pools of that golden fire, golden ash now, the golden past is
My view and I.