November 8, 2002, Bald Head Island
Three pelicans cut through the most amazing sky.
One freighter chugs under orange streams.
Foam jiggles and walks with you,
Turning in to wave good-bye. Bald Head
Pushes me past my comfort to a
Place I fear, and yet create in. How
Sea sticks bundle, how wind pushes mavericks
To colorize the world, how Luc and Vincenzo
Snap a picture to make big Doug happy.
Now tears, representing years of strange
Persistence, perhaps about to pay off. Oh
Yeah, here comes London baby, and
Ireland too. “Hi from Tad,” the sun says
As a ring between gray clouds, poking
Contrast into the last moments of the day.
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