Friday Poem - 3 Quarks Daily

Friday Poem - 3 Quarks Daily

Poem to Remember in a Hard Time Lyme Regis.  Low tide.  Small boats, masts hugger-mugger, slump in the mud flats.  Gray sky, gray water slopping against the jetty – maybe rain to come. The formal houses of the town beyond the promenade lie jumbled against the hill.  On the far breakwater, black canon still waits for the French. Here, if I waited stern against the morning chill, the tide would come back from wherever it goes and the boats would r…