Wednesday, January 13, 2010
I traversed the cove with Otis,
Bush to bush, along the cliff tonight,
I am guided by stars, Otis by scent;
No leash and no flashlight.
Coupeville doubles in reflection,
Smoke mirrored from a winter stove…
Sixteen years, four times a day,
I have walked dogs around Penn Cove.
Tonight the stars seem brighter,
The fireplace smoke smells extra sweet,
So difficult leaving the all familiar;
My for sale sign is on the street.