| The last real walk I took began on a gray windy early afternoon
at Kettle Cove covered in white caps pinecone and driftwood pickings talk of what is and what was to come bonding and nature all in one Walking further along the full-length of Crescent Beach sun broke through the clouds becoming almost hot shedding our jackets tying them around our waists Beachcombing for rocks and shells discussing mysterious sea plants talking about the beginning of social distancing We knew what was coming it was on the horizon and that was the last walk of not being quarantined Since then walks are limited away from people usually at night around the block sometimes around town I treasure that last walk along the sea |
| https://www.shawnagalvin.com/ Shawna Galvin lives in Maine. She earned her MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Southern Maine. Her work includes a novel, The Ghost in You. Her short stories, poetry, and articles have appeared in publications by: Poetic License, Local Gems , Macabre Maine anthologies, Words & Images Literary Journal, Free Press, Virtual Writer, Postcard Shorts, Voice of the Bards, Pill Hill Press, Static Movement, and Llewellyn Worldwide. |