A season by the sea

That one word ‘desolate’ sets the tone in this atmospheric little poem.

RED GLADIOLA

desolate shores slip
sand beneath toes
as the fisherman’s wife
digs for clams

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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