At peace with the Shinnecock
I cast myself adrift
Between the banks
Of Weesuck Creek
Let the sun take care
Of all the rest
Then I saw the light
Dappling the waters
Almost pixilated
And I felt the coming glory
Of a summer that's eternal
Yet all too brief
On Memorial Day
I emptied the compost drum
Mixing it together with manure
And topsoil to make my humus
It being a day for enrichment
And renewal now that
The season has begun
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