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Kennebunk Beach, Maine. Please enlarge.
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I tried to read,
dark poems by a troubled Scot,
but slept instead.
I awoke to find myself in Maine
at the end of the day, at the end of the earth,
my parents had died, my marriage had ended,
my children had grown and floated on their own seas,
skin had loosened on my limbs,
my heart pounding like there's no tomorrow.
–with impetus and three adapted lines by Robin Robertson.
