goes out, either York Beach,
Maine,
1937 or
else
waking, kicking at
the water, the
sand between my toes.
Let me see what you're looking at,
behind you, up close, my head pressed
against you, let me look at what
it is you are seeing, all by yourself.
Echoes - what
air trembles to
sound out like
waves one watches.
Robert Creeley
