4 December 2021 (beach)
Kristen Lindquist
high tide
the last bit of beach
pocked with deer tracks
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high tide
the last bit of beach
pocked with deer tracks
harbor town holiday
Santa arrives
by lobster boat
rain instead of snow
he never remembers
his dreams
deep blue twilight
above the Main Street lights
Venus
flying straight
down the highway
the usual crow
spitting snow . . .
the start of another
long Russian novel
low arc of the sun
the rosy glow
of Acadia granite
first snow . . .
the red squirrel’s tracks
skirt the trail
in the far field
a deer grazing
into dusk
new ice forming
along the bog’s edge
thin calls of a kinglet
awaiting the freeze
the inner harbor
dead calm