• nature walk

    by  • April 24, 2016 • community, grief, poetry • 0 Comments

    nature walk

    a few days ago we started our
    twenty-seventh year following the
    path among the stones along the
    shore until stopped by the barrier
    set to  protect the nesting plovers

    today we spent a sunny afternoon
    walking down to our little harbor
    and then back down unfamiliar
    streets past people in unprotected
    neighborhoods as they nested

    a nature poet would build a better
    metaphor, but I see people who
    live wingless in the floodplain of
    the rising tides of grief hoping
    they will not be left alone



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