Along the Shore

Along the shore, I want to say
shells or small pink crabs or
sandpipers or gulls or young
or old or hand-in-hand or
a boat on its side waiting or

a kite and its tail or that
yellow cottage – all windows
with its own pond so close to
the beach one wonders how or
cliffs where Christmas trees

have been thrown and tinsel
one or two floating or trees
from here on, not much to
be said, except for additional
coast and in the distance

a black lab jumping for
a stick and a teenager, and
all along, I’ve wanted to say
you and us and ours and we,
the sun has risen now and

I want to say you didn’t
leave this world a list that
I tally hoping you hear or see
and the dog has gone and
in the bay a sailboat.