The Beach in Maine

by Narph   Aug 6, 2014


Let's go back to the rocks again,
where the wind is thick and the foam is slick,
Where your toes get bruised by the smoothest stones
and the pines flex in the cooling sun.
Let's go back to the Boothbay shore,
To the summer hum and ocean roar,
To the lobster traps bobbing up and down,
To the island in the distance, the horizon's crown.

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