Monday, August 08, 2005

Long Island Summer of '05



The train sounds from afar
as far

as Manhattan
or Montauk.
Long distance
on foot.

Slow is travel to the end
of Long Island
in the summer.


All roads wind up
at one farm.

The site is there
for the eye to see.
What the eye keys
is open
for interpretation.

This island has its coordinates,
beaches and dune elevations.

A seagull develops
impatience waiting
for the beach
to grow food.

The sun behind me
witnesses all.

D W 2005
August 8

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