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Matt's poem "Bailey Island" won Honorable Mention in the
2009 Spring Contest
Bailey Island
A grey cribstone bridge set over swift tide
leads to
an island of fresh summer light,
a place where red garnets and oyster shells hide.
The boats are at sea and
the gulls are in flight.
A cool, brackish gust soothes the sun’s August glow,
until the moon heralds the banners
of night.
Juniper, lavender, eel-grass all grow
by the stones that adorn this coastal Maine shore
where
children ride dories – I watch as they row.
I come here each year, and each year I want more
of beach
roses drenched in the ocean’s white foam
and the chaste isolation of solitude’s roar.
This island
– this Eden unfolds like a poem,
with a bridge that both welcomes and also leads home.
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