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| Duck, NC |
Maybe the beach again the sand and the sea
others will be there waiting for us
maybe November is far enough away
to make it seem possible to think it will be as it was
unchanged as it was and constantly changing
the cries of gulls in the wind and the smell
the fecund smell of salt and decay
others will be there where we left them
awaiting our return as it once was
the wind and the sky and the absences
the collapsing surf the cry of the gulls
the rhythmic collapse and the sighs
of the sea receding and the relentless wind
everything changing and unchanged
in the great absences
in the cry and collapse
of the off-season
others will be waiting
as they once were.
