The quarried coast at Gloucester
contrasts sharply for its short distance from
the tip of Cape Cod.
From the most protracted transition of land to water
we cut to the chiseled intersections.
On my way home to Ann Arbor.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
if you look really closely
You might see the Right whales that slithered into the sunset
on my last night.
I heard them before I saw them.
Alone, my imagination convinces me of an exchange.
The finest of farewells.
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