1
it
all started at the southern tip
of
digby neck in nova scotia
the
whales speaking of loneliness
but
with their innate knowledge
just
before sun up
knowing
the atlantic as deep
as
the coming rain
before
it doubles back as a nor'easter
painting
the shoreline deep rocky gray
disregarding
any difference
between
night and day
2
by
the time you reach
the
acadia wilderness
autumn
will finally take hold
all
the storms pushing inland
the
possibility of a few weeks
looking
dry
3
from
cape cod
there
are drums
banjos
and fiddles
before
the state park
closes for the season
one
more trip to provincetown
for
the rainbow frame houses
4
it's
a long stretch down
to
ocracoke island
sometimes
the headwind
as
beautiful as it might be
will
stop you like a wall
choose
your winter coat carefully
or
don't stop until you get to
5
daytona
beach
in
the company
of
a thousand beach bikes
there's
always a cajun dance
that
started somewhere in nova scotia
don't
care if they call us squatters
so
far the sand is still free
and
the roar of the highway muffled
by
the rush of the halifax river
---
e b bortz
2 comments:
Knockout of a poem. Wonderful.
thanks jim.
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