Steve Ewing
A great tree fell / the other day / opening up a / new patch of sky / in town.
In my first boat / a small and tender / Swampscott dory / at flood tide / I have sailed by and touched / your base
A Thanksgiving poem.
He stepped into / big shoes / and filled them well / Sean walked in them / until they fit / his own feet.
I can’t be quiet when all around me are making noise.
Sand
Clean white sand
warm in summer
rolling wet
hot bodies
fresh from swimming
in the Sound