You could have a big dipper   

Madaket by Susanna Baird






The beach you know is not the beach you knew is not the beach you will know

is not the sea that the beach will become is not the sea that is eating

the island like a sandpiper forages dinner picking bit and bit

and bit twelve feet a year in nips and spits the waves

the storms pecking at edges that give way to edges

that give way to edges that give

way until the middle

is the edge and

the island is

the sea.



 

Susanna Baird’s writing has appeared in Boston Magazine, the Boston Globe, and numerous literary journals, including a forthcoming piece in Tiny Molecules. She’s a member of the Salem Literary Festival committee and founder of the micro-journal Five Minutes. Find her at susannabaird.com and on Twitter @SusannaBaird.



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