Which of us wouldn't like to paddle a forgotten coast? |
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Forgotten CoastI thought I’d paddlea forgotten coast, just to feel sand scrape bottom as I shoved off Watch the shoreline from two-feet off the water, having seen it all from thirty thousand feet Flying too high above leads me to faulty vision Sometimes the flash of water running down a blade, the ache across the shoulders is all there is to know, the only thing that’s learned from being here And here is where I’m at, trying to squint a bit into a sun that blinds me just before the time to set |
 This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection BROKEN PIECES available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |
