The Up Side of Lonely

This poem of mine is set in the middle of a beautiful issue of Synaesthesia Magazine.

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THUNDER,LIGHTNING: The Up Side of Lonely

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Dip

Six p.m. Eighty-five degrees when I hit the beach. I bob like a lobster bouy. Watch clouds redden. Plan dinner. The cormorants, perched in tiers on the rocks, keep sending out scouts. Damned seagulls circle above me. I know what they’re thinking.