Dunes at High Head

Benjamin Jenkins, Cape Cod, life, New England, poem, poems, poetry, writing

Unrelenting heat.

Sand burns the sole, toes

Dive like the seal on

The Atlantic porch,

Wrap High Head turrets.

Grass- sharp and sticky,

Threads of cool moisture

Hold the windswept sand

Of time together.

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