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Friday, July 6, 2012

Early Morning on Shinnecock Bay

Few are the sights
To be seen more fair   
Just as the sun
Attends to dawn's chores
With my unrustable
Red plastic kayak
Pulled high on a bight
Of East End sand
While a gull screeches
And a lone trawler
Drones its way across
Shinnecock Bay

There hangs
The gibbous moon
Off to the southwest
Atop of a litmus sky
That expresses the delicacy
Of this early light best
From acid to neutral to base
A gradient both exquisite
And spare


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