I’m sitting in the little beach house
My writing harbor
About a half an hour
Before sunrise
On a Sunday 3 years ago
Must have been 4:30
5
A buck
Maybe a six pointer
Comes peeking out of the Spartina
Houdini in a camel hair coat
Nose in the wind
Intent on one thing
Our eyes met
In that first instant
Neither capable of reaction
Beyond release of urine
And
The ghost is gone
I make a mental note
He’ll be back and
This you can use
You’ve got students coming
It’s entirely possible
Some of them
Will think this is cool
Enough to formulate
A dream beyond the place they know
So when they arrive
And once I’ve told them this story
I hand them the keys
To the little beach house
Tell them they must sit silent
Look for movement
Be patient
Join them at breakfast
For the stories they’ll tell
And what I’ll learn
From them
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