Bottoms Up
Beached the sun-bleached bottoms
of small boats color the sand scape,
safely turned bottoms-up
far from the high tide’s line.
They lay in wait beneath the teardrop rain,
huddled from the bay’s breath, they hide.
It is only the lap of languid wave that bides.
Boats Beach, Eastham Mass 2012
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012
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