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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3933 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention A Dozen plus lagniappe Alan Addotto uno. an old "blue point" crab partially covered by sand waves his claws, snaps them "Don't you come a step nearer" one quick scoop and it's crab soup. due. hieroglyphs by gulls two young people on the beach "Of course I love you." Footprints and footsteps erased retreating tides, fresh canvass tre. Morning on the pier,,,, lady with a fishing rig. "Catch anything here?" ,,,,,"Only a husband or two," She smiles, "Threw them back!" quattro. At water's lace edge standing a little too long water and sand conspire. Feet disappear first of all, arrogance just after that. cinque. under sand and mud clams, mussels, worms, other things on the beach Mrs. Pym thoughts of reincarnation make all the bi-valves go nuts. sei. In the evening light harder to tell them apart Porpoises or sharks Mammals or cold-blooded fish? The people ,I mean! sette. Wind in the sea oats dry husks rattle like old bones sleeping potentials, spring gone past remembering summer becoming a ghost otto. top of a pier post a snake-necked black anhinga beak into the wind lessens resistance that way "Anhinga, go home!" nove Buckflies, mosquitoes horseflies that hurt when they sting. Sanctity of life? To hell with that silly crap! Some things don't deserve to live. deici flip flops, wet swim suits, sand all over my bedroom not a snack cake left I just love my relatives, when are they all going home? undici. no brush and no paint just me, the front porch, and God what sunsets we make! day after day after day with no one else's advice dodici. A seafood gumbo, all the summer tourists gone brisk, late fall, offshores. Just what more could be asked for? Division into two parts. tredici. Four miles, either side camps all dark, shuttered and closed. except now and then Duck hunters and crazy men All alone on God's Nose-end. ..... |
