Saturday, September 28, 2013

The Annual Perambulation Tour (After Chang Chi)

Marblehead, MA

The house of Doliber the Cordwainer on Brimblecomb Hill
         is black now with pewterpurple doors.
The seagulls are white as sailcloth and make sounds
         like the creaking dock.
The smell of blue striper and fried clams is as faint as a memory.
The sun peers down the carved-rock cat walks etched
         through the hills of Old Town.
All of it reminds me of my childhood home at the edge of the sea.

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