Produced by Dennis Camire
This week’s poem is by David McCann of Higgin’s Beach.
Sand
By David McCann
above the river,
dry, white, bits
of eelgrass, barks
under the feet like a seal;
to be distinguished from the beach
sand in all discernible ways the same
without the bark.
Wet expanse of tide’s reach
smooth, here dull, there
a film of water
reflecting beach-goers, birds, rocks.
Runnels, beach draining
into the waves,
stand and they wear away beneath the feet
in the down rushing.
A different substance, coarse,
flecked with bits of shell, stone,
or wet, like the dough the feet tread three inches
deep at each step and stop
has a salt marsh smell
by the river, of marsh mollusk gull,
where a crab shell turns
over and over in the current.
Dennis Camire can be reached at dcamire@cmcc.edu
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