Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Sometime after the snow thaws,
And the fruit trees bloom another day,
No one living will remember,
Routine required we pass this way.
Walking amongst the seagulls,
Our backs toward the morning light,
We scanned Penn Cove’s horizon
Inhaling ourselves into the night.
Perhaps the next life tenant,
Will for decades, with dog after dog…
Traverse this old cliff trail,
Borrowed from my travelogue.