A Running`Tide

  jillvansickle.com

They say
a tide runs
but I wonder
where it goes
when it lopes
off to the west
leaving behind
kelp in the sand
mussels on rocks
for the sea`gulls
to peck`over in
frenzied feasts
sandy bubbles
for clammers
to dig up for
big pots of
chowder

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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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