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ODE TO CAPE COD
It starts simply…with the unique scent from the scrub pines
Mixed with the soft sand forest floor
Watching their silent bending in the wind…
Mimicking the way
Old sailboats made from wood rock silently on the sea
The marsh inlets…
Curving through the grasses to the ocean beyond,
Taking my imagination
Along with the slowly moving water
Removing my watch…and my ties to the poles strung with wires
In exchange for a slower moving heartbeat…
That comes with the changing of the tides…
And the rise and setting of the sun…
No need to hurry and be somewhere here…here…you can just be
by Jane Stapleton
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