I
once lived on the edge
of
the border
between
the land exposed on the Pacific plate
and
the Pacific Ocean.
It
was a slim border
and
some days it felt like
one
of
those
mighty waves might
just
get silly
and
roll on over
The
Whole Damn Lighthouse.
But
it didn’t,
and
the smell of all those plants
out
there on the edge,
a
sweet sweet smell
a
smell I will
forever
know.
Annie
B. Siemer
7/28/2020
