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So many pictures: small
black and white or sepia,
fastened to the heavy black pages.
The pretty young woman
in the patterned wool swimming costume
lounging against the stone seawall was my mother.
Eighty-two years ago
she could smell the salt Continue reading

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The brothers from Serendip go shopping

The shopping horror begins
when you enter the mall,
brushing snow off the shoulders
of your parka, stamping slush
off your boots
to be assailed by beach towels
cotton summer wear
and lawn furniture.

But this unseasonably warm year,
barely past the first week of spring Continue reading

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And Then

After the arrival
a shift:
red sunrise squints through the fork of a tree;
troops splash off the steel ramp and up the beach;
grand children and their parents giggle at the door;
a politician on a sun-struck day takes the oath of office;
a new pastor gives his first fire and brimstone sermon;
teenage neophytes “do it” under the football bleachers;
a gold medal rewards years of solitary workouts.

And then?
The sun will rise tomorrow. . . .

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