North Coast (NaPoWriMo 2006)

April 8, 2006

North Coast

I see your waves that curl like leaves
in student bluebooks, endless sheaves
of longing, wherein each believes
the truth resides.
But, shallow lake, your din achieves
no ocean tides.

When June, unselfish-seeming, warms
this strip of zebra mussel dorms
then turns with pent-up thunderstorms
to strafe the beach,
the luscious sand Hawaii forms
is out of reach.

But still I dig my toes in hard
and write until my soles are scarred;
I script myself a new canard:
The Erie Sentry.
And find that I am standing guard
at Eden's entry.

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This needs some work (esp. S3), but I love the Burns stanza.