Clouds at
Main stuttered
Into dusk.
Showed me
A memory:
Thanksgiving 2007.
Suzannah, the dog and
A Zip car. My
Brother, alone–
Awkard.
We walked low
Tide sunset
Over sodden
Rippled sand.
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This post is from my poetry series for January, “What Details Knowâ€Â — daily small stones and photos, as part of The River of Stones.
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