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The Outer Banks (part 10)

 
    The sea breeze gently rubs the dunes. The sky
is clear. The beach is empty now of children,
fishers, fires, and kites. Only the lovers,
huddled down for shelter in the hollow of a dune,
stay to watch the light revolving, listening
to its song. What secrets do they share
as night moves on toward dawn? Ageless secrets.
Timeless secrets. Listen to their muffled giggles
drifting on the air. This is how it always is
because all lovers think themselves
immortal. How else could we go on?
Cape Hatteras light casts silver light on rooftops,
dunetops, sand and surf, skittering over waves
and out to sea.
Returning.
Gone again.
And back.
And gone.
 
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    Copyright © 1984 by W. D. Ehrhart
The Outer Bankss, Adastra Press, 1984
This poem currently published in Beautiful Wreckage, New & Selected Poems, Adastra Press, 1999

 
 

 

   
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