have been torn down/up rooted/ and human
homes are going up, when the Herons return it will
be a shock/maybe they won't recognize the spot
and just fly on/to Sugarloaf Hill/mostly
undeveloped/still/unlike the shoreline a click down
the street/where Tyler and I would challenge the
undertoe on stormy days/daring the lake to take
our nude youth/until someone found a way to
make the dune smooth/flat enough to build a
house which created a property line/at the
intersection of Bessey Road and Lakeshore
West/where the path to the sunset spilled into the
sand and we could see it/be in it/when that place
wasn't private/and we felt invited/by the starlit
singing of the breaking wash/bringing the sky and
water together/A hidden horizon of forever.
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