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(Three quick summer poems)

1. Barefoot, Below Gay Head

By August all footwear

is foreign. Toed sand

spews technicolored streams.

2. Grapevines, High Noon

Thick ropes uncoil

through briers, hot dust, cracked

milkweed trailing silk

and clustered monarch pods:

blue wild-haired shade,

furred and unruly as bees.

3. Breakfast at the Aquinnah

Tide flings its tapestry --

gulls in the middle breeze, bulbed banks

of kelp, plush streaks of foam and berry;

swift warps of light,

liquid and raveled, like dreams. 

Martha's Vineyard Writing (Summer/Fall 2007)

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