Pavilion Beach in Fog
As the fog crept in off the ocean and descended on The Fort,
it was as if a curtain of cataracts had been drawn across my eyes,
blinding me to the familiar sights of Commercial Street and beyond;
limiting my vision to the nearby beach and shore.
What was in my sight stood bright and clear against the distant blur:
the rocks, sand, receding surf and, most of all, the ocean’s frothy edge,
like a highway on a GPS showing me the way from where I stood
to some unseen, mysterious distant destination.
Marty Luster
Good Morning Gloucester 
lovely…reminds me of Sandburg: “…fog crept in on little cat feet.”..very quiet, beautiful silence in this misty picture…thanks for sharing.
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man. if it wasn’t for the homies as reference points, i would think that’s a place far away and long ago. another beauty. keep it up…
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mystical
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Lovely pairing of photograph and poetry. Thank you! Sheila
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Ever consider a photo/poetry calendar? If not, you should! Beautiful.
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