Shift
The beach is gone this year,
Because the lake reclaimed
All the sandy distance,
That once had a name.
The gradual decline,
To the water’s edge,
Has been carved straight down,
A severe, unwelcome ledge.
I’d fain go swimming there,
Or walk the sandy shore,
But a climb’s not what I want,
Just a stroll and nothing more.
In some future time,
The beach will reappear,
It’s just nature breathing,
Year to year to year.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2020
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