Acadia
Waking and wandering and
jackets drenched with sea-salt drizzle
we climbed
pink granite mountaintops
finding the first light of day
coupled with rushes of breezes
whispering our secret words
instead of shouting them
- exhilarating
Scattered with blueberry bushes
low – we tasted your earthiness
and the abundance of your shores
potted and boiled – red
gliding on a fork through butter
- ambrosial.
Words repressed
views too sacred for utterance
on lake shores
drifting with morning mists
these scattered fragments
- I’ll remember.
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