In Magnolia
—for my sons
when i was twenty
five .. we hiked the grass
spare trails that snake
from ocean to Swan Pond .. my
two small crab catchers & me .. we
buried pet turtles at sea
…………… beneath the crooked
footbridge .. sailed stick regattas
in the slim stream in the slow
woods .. bouncing like great
explorers of Kettle Cove & sea
slashed rocks .. listening to each other's
breath .. we trudged home sand fed
by Jim Bell
from Crossing the Bar
Slate Roof, Northfield, MA, 2005