Thursday, March 12, 2015

Avon Lake

The sand was
trapped in my shoes
like the smoky, sour
aftertaste of a stale cigar

A man had a metal detector
at the beach that day and
walked sun-hatted and stooped
on the miniature dunes of Erie

Some children ran naked and
flapped in the water like it
was the first thing they ever saw
as the old house of Thomas Folger
overlooked the scene
like a frail witness 

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