Beachcombers

 

So you’re new around here? Okay, let’s hear

your story, how it was back home — a small

town, or maybe just a village, but near

 

someplace we’ve heard of, things we think we know

about, cities in the news. Every year

it’s like this: the tide comes in, the tide goes

 

out, we comb the beach for love, alcohol,

and music — there’s nothing else we want. So

you’re a newcomer in town. Aren’t we all.

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Brattleboro, Vermont

July 2013

 

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