Children leap across seaweed washed onto Dennis Beach at high tide,
scamper to the water, then shriek as waves drop and chase. Gulls dive
and swoop upon shellfish partially buried in low tide marshes
then carry their prizes to the beach road to drop their shells, self serve.
At the end of the beach road, a pathway meanders through ocean grass
along the Bass River that reflects a light show at noon while the noise
of splashing teens and hungry gulls fades in the sea breeze,
Carol Ann Perry’s bench welcomes visitors to an ocean retreat.
Orange and yellow carnations carefully placed in a tin-foil vase
are tied to the back of her seat beside “Carol Ann Perry, in memory of.”
blue sky day
feel the sun’s warmth
I am still here