Clouds at Main

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.

This post is from my poetry series for January, “What Details Know” — daily small stones and photos, as part of The River of Stones.

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