Poem: ‘Now Is the Cool of the Day’
Maureen N. McLane, 2 July 2020
From here you used to see the sea.The gulls still palaver the fishing boats still ekeout what they can. At dusk the Eastern Point Lightevery five seconds flashes white,the Dog Bar Light shines occulting red,the Ten Pound Islandevery six seconds blinks isophase red.These are their characteristics.So many beaches reefs and shoalsnamed for woes then woes effacedlike your footprint just now in wet...
