Whalers’ Cove Cabin
Like most of us, the cabin has seen
better days, slouches between wind-deformed
cypress, degenerative roofline, concave.
Scattered whale vertebrae serve as
geranium planters, brittle ribs
demark a path to the front door.
Old salts now compost beneath sod,
their tumultuous histories forgotten.
Shells and bones are all that survive.
Ron
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