In the Details: Clouds At Main

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.

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This post is part of a new poetry series, "" -- daily poetry and photos, inspired by where we live. 

The posts for January are part of an international small stone writing project "The River of Stones."

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