Jones Beach, Early Autumn
A poem.
Jones Beach, Early Autumn
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The families have crossed
the summer portal,
leaving the rocky edge
washed clean,
water table set for us with broth
of kelp tangles, mussels, razor-edged clams,
scent of generously salted earth.
I plant my feet in cool
depths of sand to watch
the tide inch back
home again.
– Katherine Hauswirth
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