Seaside, Oregon, January 2012

 

Seaside at Seaside

The lilac beaches, the rough promenade,

have frozen over in the night. Before,

a crude clasp of dread (chambered, astringent

critic) contrived each dream, plucking each step

in the stingy halls of solace in which

I moved, my mind’s coughing way. It could’ve

done nothing other. And I was bitter—

till I saw waves still waltzing, their 3-4,

3-4, 3-4 rise-and-falls, Valse Brillante,

reviving their 2-4 dance in my bones

 
 

Stereo Story #785
 
 

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D. R. James, retired from nearly 40 years of teaching college writing, literature, and peace studies, lives and cycles with his psychotherapist wife in the woods near Saugatuck, Michigan. His latest of ten collections is Mobius Trip (Dos Madres 2021), and work appears internationally in many anthologies and journals. https://www.amazon.com/author/drjamesauthorpage