Old Whales

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The maple tree
has become a bench
along this stretch of beach
thick limb & branch
washed to sea
uprooted trunk
prone on the stones
coarse bark turned to dust
wood polished clean
by sand & wind
From this perch
the old man watches
for the slowly passing hump
of an old gray whale
beyond breach

“No ideas but in things.” ~ William Carlos Williams

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to Old Whales

  1. Maureen says:

    …and joined in her imagination by an old woman… Love this

    Liked by 1 person

  2. cheryl622014 says:

    How lovely thank you

    Liked by 1 person

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