Walking along a forgotten strip of beach
On Nantucket Isle,
I am thinking: When civilization ends,
It will look like this.
My bare feet pad over
Rocks smoothed by the surging tide, and
Old empty horseshoe-crab shells, wide brown-rimmed
Carapaces lie in sand-flanked
Clusters where the gulls dropped them.
Knotty driftwood and streamers of
Dry seaweed line the banks, blown by a salty wind,
And the [...]