the only river on the island
is a stream
now a restored herring run
so many warm days and nights
so close / so dammed
by the time I first crawl
in the sand
10 miles down island
take the Middle Road
it crisscrosses beneath
when did I discover
the real Martha / which one
what did she do
with all this dry land
amid so many streams
from an open window
to a parked station wagon
I wave as we wait
to drive onto the ferry
to leave the mainland behind
45 minutes across the sound
to be amid them again
Lovely homage to the Vineyard and your childhood
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Thanks, Tom! It’s a very special place, as you know.
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