Travelers Welcome

Travelers Welcome

Tuesday, February 7, 2012


by Susan S. Keiser

We must have walked a hundred miles
between the beach and marsh that spring;
chipped flint and seaglass, piles of oysters
on scarred tables, spread with yesterday's news.
A broken screen door to the sea is left, the postulate;
an imprecise geometry that taunts your ruin.

1 comment:

  1. I can still smell the sea air and feel the texture of those tables under my fingers....