On Huggins Island, Offshore of Swansboro, NC, June 2016

A nonet

Sand crabs scuttled past our kayaks’ hulls.

Watching my brother climb, I thought

of men, women, years ago

hoisting each other up

a leg at a time,

spying waters

knee-shallow,

clean, clear —

free.


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