Ballad of Mid-Island

Long Island, New York

Long Island, New York

My neighborhood sits between Sound
and Atlantic Ocean.
A tree lined, sandy and flat land
steady against motion.

Open to gales up from the sea,
it mostly sits so calm
as winter wind lashes and cuts
to summer’s breezy balm.

Over and over, sea hits shore
and spongy, wide beaches
absorb shock for ages–ages–
into depths it reaches.

Salty odors permeate land
and gulls sad cries remind
of ancient, forever lost times,
those years were less than kind.

But, the ocean’s roaring rhythm
upon the still, hard earth
does wash over psyche leaving
a residue since birth.


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