Don McLagan
The beach where shore and ocean meet / Horizon far too far to know / Page to turn, margin to mark / List that notes to-do and done / Evening news and how it’s spun.
Aced the driver's test --
A year and a week later after January 6, 2021.
From the north, wind clears the laze of summer, seaweed collects on the windward shore and squishes cold under bare feet.
Autumn announced herself/last night, not to stay, just/a preliminary visit/a readiness inspection.
Fronds bend to be touched By the young girl in the red hat Who strokes them like the silk fur Of a contented cat arching Against her leg./p>
