Tidal Pool

I remember the sea when I was six
and ran on wetted sands
that were speckled with shells and the blowholes
of clams
bedded secretly down in black muck--
I remember the sun, fishy airs, rotting piers
that reached far out into turquoise waters,
and ladies in white who sprinkled light laughter
from under their parasols....

Where was it, that beach whose hot sand I
troweled
day after day into my red tin pail?
It's only in dreams now I sense it, unreal,
at the end of an inner road no longer traveled.

I Remember the Sea when I was Six by Frederick Morgan

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