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Seal


Mourning doves and dogs barking and new bees

And the traffic heavy out of Dulles:

I’m gone a week and I come back to spring.


At the beach I walked right into a seal

At rest on the blank Atlantic shoreline.

For a second I couldn’t believe it.


The seal watched me stand there being slack-jawed

And then I dropped my shells and my backpack

And again and again took its picture:


Gray, gazing, grazing.  Crazy.  I alone

On the printless winter sand at seven

Circling, thirty feet away, the wild seal.


And this was stark, and not spring: printless sky

And featureless seal and long trackless strand

And nothing of green and the buzz of bees.

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2 Responses to “Poem”

  1. Your sister Frances Says:

    Nice. You sealed it.

  2. Margaret Soltan Says:

    Thanks!

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