June 5, 2020
Photo by Krasmira Banova

On the Beach
A Poem by Neil Silberblatt

The wind was howling this morning,
as it is wont to do.
So, of course, I howled back
as I am want of mind.
We went at this, the wind and I,
for half an hour,
exchanging blows.
Each trying to get in the last word.
Our discourse cut short on account of gulls,
diving and twirling between our screams,
their endless squawking making
our conversation meaningless.
They trailed after us,
gathering our unfinished sentences –
like misfired shells –
from the shore.

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