pleasant like a
lazy sunday yet
a rivulet of water
glassy surface branching into
briny bay.
underneath a whole other world
unfolds
flat stones, pebbles, rocks of all glistening hues
painted by seaweed and horseshoe crab carcass
human artifacts,
pottery shards and rusty bottle caps
coexist with silvery minnows.
in the distance children shriek delighted like gulls
wantonly destroying siblings architectural prowess.
hands of all ages dig into the sands of the ages.
sometimes a bucket full of clams can be brought home
to feast upon uproariously.
II.
the boats bobbing in the water not merely eye candied apples
await the climbing aboard
the adventurers, the seekers of
heading toward little sipson
for replenishment of tasty bivalves
and speckled stones,
then onto the break where the ocean
melds with bay,
where the seals play hide and seek.
so many seals, "curiouser and curiouser"
thoughts of selkies, misty irish shores where
every rock has a story or a whole evolving history.
gray seals snort like horses
and the terns do a fly over, paying homage
to flights of fancy.
III.
the return is swift,
an image pervades of glorious sun swept water
lapping gently
evil spirits, morose ghosts
have been exorcised.
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