Daily Archives: June 3, 2017

Postcard from Rockport

by April Lindner

Postcard from RockportCold as a slap, this indigo sea,
where we clamber on blonde-fringed rocks,
where someone’s tarted up the fishing shacks
with red paint and artful nets.
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The sun floats like ice in a highball.
Condos train their plate-glass gazes
on the horizon, amnesiac
to past conspiracies of cloud,
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storms that shook homes and swallowed boats.
Just north, a granite wall’s etched with the lost—
decades of their half-remembered names.
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Imagine waking always to this spread—
each day the ocean swelling
to loll at your feet, exotic pet.
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The galleries glow, ripe with impasto,
sunsets we could be bite into:
raspberries, marzipan, seafoam like cream.
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Their artists shoot for the numinous,
overlook the jagged and impermanent:
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barnacles overtaking the dock,
clustered mussels, tangled kelp
and the steady lament
of pebbles tugged senseless from shore.

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