Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged beach, Deep Water, lost dream, Love, poem, Poetry, regret, train, wistfulness on August 28, 2014|
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She finds the old footprints,
follows them past mothers
with splashing children,
past men and dogs
chasing sticks in waves,
past the log
where he changed the lens
in his camera.
She follows them
to virgin beach
where shells aren’t broken
and shadows sleep wet
under rocks.
And there she sinks
into warm sand
and counts lost ships

Edmonds, Washington
circling in the strait.
Where has my Captain gone,
she wonders,
Where’s my compass now?
The Amtrak knows.
It rumbles south
with a woulda-coulda-shoulda
echoing down the track.
.
(c) 1995, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
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