Arts & Entertainment

A Sunday Afternoon Poem

Today's poem is "Squibnocket Beach" by Warren Woessner

Hard rattle of granite
shaken by waves–
ball mill miles long
making sand.

In the intermissions,
tiny birds feed between stones
that could kill
if they moved an inch.

Next wave breaks
and they race
up the beach together.
Birds gain dry sand, safe.

Then new food draws
them back
to trace the edge
of just enough again.

~ Warren Woessner

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