of all the
to-and-fro'ing i've done to the islands since 1999,
this was the first time i went down the path
from ferry line
at anacortes to the beach,
shoreline thick with seaweed,
life
felt so abundant, lapping wavelets and the tang
of salt air.
connect the dots of rotting pilings
to trace a fading past,
future
ruins crowd the hill, imagine the view
from there.
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