A lobster pot, a trap,
thrown by the sea
onto the rocks
wedged in the jetty
between the boulders
of the breakwater, the
stones,
thrust into the Atlantic;
Pristine, but barnacled,
seaweed covered, lost,
adrift
crashed where we found it
in the jagged wet rocks,
on the Maine coast
that summer long ago
Climbing down among the
stones
to bring it up, into the
light
no minor feat, heavy,
scraping on the barnacles;
Lug the dead weight
down the jetty,
to the beach above the water
line;
Abandon our find,
our catch, our treasure,
to the true owners
claiming their rights
as we left the rocks, the
memory,
and touched the sand before
us
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edited July 30, 2015
A Lobster Pot – v4
(editing version 3)
Edited November 7, 2013
“A Lobster Pot – v3”
(editing original again)
Edited May 4, 2013
“A Lobster Pot – v2”
March 11, 2007 15:23
“A Lobster Pot”
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