Never Seen Again
Nov 13, 2020
When I was in high school, we drove our cars
on the beach over rocks and logs; dented
pans and broken tails in the sea salt grass
fast upon flattened dark stones; sometimes snared
by a drifted log standing tall in fields
of amateur muscles; flexing our small-
town youth. On one particular neap tide,
shores were left wide open in the northern
