For my father, Frank Neil

The beach where shore and ocean meet / Horizon far too far to know / Page to turn, margin to mark / List that notes to-do and done / Evening news and how it’s spun.

Aced the driver's test --

The low profile of the mainland / Across Vineyard Sound / Swims into focus.

Just once each year / I can recapture something / Of childhood’s summer-scented magic.

Up the coast to another territory. Hollywood war music on the radio.