Early Summer, Cape Cod
To the world we go, extinguishing and compelled.
Early summer evening. Through a knot of fireflies
A few stars showing. To the world
an evening of fireflies and an epoch of stars
are the same, just what I see, no difference.
I will remember this firefly and this evening
as they travel at light’s speed into a past
beyond existence at the same speed a star’s memory
travels into the future to meet this evening,
this view. To the world depth starts to go
its own way towards deterioration and someone
determines it’s time to start counting the stars.
Translations from the English 
Thank you, Jeff, for all the places and dimensions this took me.
Thanks Ann! I’ve been in your neck of the woods this past week, bringing the family up to see the old stomping grounds of Dennis, Scargo Lake and Scargo Tower, Cold Storage / Sea
Street beaches, Hokum Rock, all that local 6A stuff. Today we stumbled upon a Nobscussett burial ground I had never seen before, just on the other side of Scargo Lake. Amazingly, I did not take any photos, but will get to describing it with words in the next few days.