On Lieutenant’s Island

The only thing that

breaks the air

is the occasional gurgle of

ducks popping their

heads under the water,

then emerging.

 

On this insulated

cove, at low tide,

you can’t even

hear the men

you see, knee-

deep in the marsh,

digging for

glittery oysters.

 

This is a soundless

land, where silent

ospreys fly in and

sit guard on their

nests and fox

tracks climb the

dunes: evidence

of life.

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