Originally shared by ****

Originally shared by ****

SUCH AS THIS

On a day such as this
There simply is
No hope
Of work
Nothing to be done
But mount my bicycle
And coast in summer air
Refreshing, clean, and empty
The vast sky nearly cloudless
A sparkling, blue infinity
Frigate winds tempering
The slip-your-clothes-off heat
I glide upon smooth pavement
Floating, almost flying
And for all the world believe
I’m by the sea
Every shore I’ve ever loved
In August
Nantucket, Newfoundland, and Skye
All of it rains down on me
One exquisite memory
Almost
Too good to endure
Lobster, butter, fresh, sweet corn
Bonfires on the beach
Clams we dug out
Of the muck ourselves
With tender, wriggling toes
Tough knife, squirt of lemon juice
Down the hatch it goes
How you sat on the slats
Of that Adirondack chair
In your dripping bathing suit
And when you rose
The wet ghost
You left

Alistair McHarg
http://www.alistairmcharg.com/50-poems.html

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