Prospect Harbor, Maine


It is late September
and he is looking out
of an Inn window
counting the sea.

Such proximity
to water through glass
reminds him of thirty years
before, the war, and living
in a house with his parents
on the west coast of England
and the things he could tell that boy
and how hard he wouldn’t listen.

All this being considered
a full year before a brain seizure
suffered as a result of alcoholism
rearranged his prospects.




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