Friday, August 5, 2016








CHARLES,


       The gulls are howling over Fort Sq.

       Its worse than you probably imagined

       About how vast and tiny can a world become?

       At least there're still the wild cherry trees
             along the roadsides
             the dark rocks in Lanesville
             and the sea
             as willing in its depth

       I wish that sunlight, and what was said about it, were enough

       The gulls are screaming on the briny wind
     
       You could hear them
        clear across
               the harbor



                                                                                     August 4th
                                                                                                 '16