Fore Shore

Fore Shore


What lies in those waters? What

footsteps rest on this ridge? White

dresses swayed a hundred years

ago toward seaside days

unmade ahead. Today in

light-stained landscape, shaded stray

branched shadows paint these foot-worn

paths once thread through this forlorn

space, this foreshore place of yore.

Arthur Amyson

musician, photographer, artist

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