All the fresh sunny breezy morning; a calm blue
Sky and green leaves close me in. Low tide's at two,
And I'll run then. -- The dusty parade and rodeo
Took place in town, all right, forty-fi ve years ago,
A thousand miles away; fi reworks afterwards, too,
And then the ride home on the dirt road, winding through
The cool fi elds in darkness, hearing the water fl ow
Over the weirs; and then our dogs, at the driveway turn.
-- And winter's the time for Hendry's Beach; therefore I'll write
This one, to do for my few summer runs down here:
Beach fl at, trampled, sea fl at, slack and warm and clear;
People little black fi gures against the big silver light;
Close up, it's beer can, frisbee, radio, sunburn.