1. 4,5,6 o’clock, 2. Provincetown Beach, 3. Old Blue Boat, 4. Cotchpinicut – 2:29pm
I miss this place
pine for it like a long lost lover
like a phantom limb
turning a corner the air moves across my face
and I smell the salt of it, the sea of it
the very it of it
I wake from a dream of it
my sunbaked skin taut and tender
sheets gritty with the suggestion of sand
and for the briefest blink
the light of it
the incomparable light of it
spills through the window
and pools on the floor
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You got right inside my head with this one….I miss it and long for it too.
Susan, you capture the feeling so well, I can smell, taste and see it. You are amazing.
A time and place more real than its own absence
Hypnotic and mysterious in the best possible way.