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Alone

by Derek Gregory

I sit on a quite dune

looking down on the beach

where I was baptized as a child.

The cool October breeze

blows my hair about,

The silhouette dances

wildly on the empty sand.

Trails interlace hundreds of small holes

left by fast fiddler crabs

creating a pattern of chaos amongst

the silence of the lonely beach.

I look at the northern horizon

of the Chesapeake

to where I was born.

I look east and see the

open sky over the Atlantic,

the rough water quietly

whispering to me.

I look down at the surf and

see my sanity

being pulled slowly out

to the hungry bay.

Is it going out

to drown with my innocence?

04/21/2003

Posted on 04/21/2003
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