Saugatuck Dunes
At the shore... face pricked by sand, eyes watering, then squeezed shut against the glare of sun bouncing from water to beach, you can breathe in clouds and fish and grit all at once
At your back are the comforting trees waving, at your feet are the gracenotes of grasses, ahead the water rocks in its sandy cradle and the gulls cry like babies.
When you go home, your bed and your sleep seem deeper.
by Marcia Perry
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