Journal of Writing & Environment




The wind has wandered north,

the waves retreated from the tilt-a-whirl.


On a sandy strand outside Grace

Tabernacle a dog barks at its cross,


blown into the mud.  Through

the cracked glass of a pair


of half-hinged French doors,

a woman watches surf lap


at the rollercoaster aswim in the flow

and ebb of the Jersey shore.