Ebb Tide

"...Others will enter the gates of the ferry and cross from shore to shore,
Others will watch the run of the flood-tide,
Others will see the shipping of Manhattan north and west,
and the heights of Brooklyn to the south and east,
Others will see the islands large and small;

Fifty years hence, others will see them as they cross, the sun half an hour high,

A hundred years hence, or ever so many hundred years hence,
others will see them, Will enjoy the sunset, the pouring-in of
the flood-tide,
the falling-back to the sea of the ebb-tide..."
-Walt Whitman, Crossing Brooklyn Ferry.

CONTENTS

Survivor
Retirement Conversation
Couples' Therapy
Eleven Reasons I Love You
Death Had To Take Him Unawares
When I Am Colorblind
Waiting For Lincoln
From Grandpa
Seeing Spots
Busting My Butt
Shh
Variation On A Theme: Two Dogs & Mitchell
Just A Wish
The Last Remains Remain
A Peom To My Typos
AGreat Miracle Did Not Happen Here
Bear


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