Steve Ewing

For Trish and Roy

Let us go with you / out on one last tow / How your wake / curls / early morning / crystal cold / rolling down light house point / Big wolf moon rising tide / lets you cut the shoal / a little close.

 

 

 
John’s ladder lies waiting. A poem and an appreciation for John Moffet,who died June 27.
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If you come from far away or someplace closer by
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One day on the bench in front of the Dock Street Coffee Shop Bob Hathaway said “When my maker comes for me I want him to find me out on the flats.”
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