Splitting wood
then carrying water
back to the cottage
I saw
star shine in
my silver pail
the one my kids
discarded at the beach
then holding it
i heard
lost
sirens dormant
in the dunes of
Montauk near the
great fire that
burns at the edge
of the world
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Oh, yes, you're back. A pail of children's voices, histories lived. *
Fine indeed.
thanks pia!
thanks david!
Great closing. *
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thanks sam
thx jerry
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thanks, bro--