Poem: “Back Behind The Fort”, notebooks, Jim Stallings

Back behind the fort

High on the ridge

The sun set quickly

On snow rimed peninsula

Leaving the bay behind

A palette of pinks & blues

Softly sparkling the water

And snow turning colors

Even as we turned

To escape the bitter wind

Off Nantasket Sound.

We laughed at this view

Wondering how far below

Our destinies lay

With the sea heavy

Lying in wait for real estate.


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