I still can’t get used to standing on a shingle beach
my feet like it, but my brain is in full sand rebellion
the water’s inviting, but that sky is making me nervous
I want to go sailing, but my stomach is saying no
I grab my notebook to jot down some notes, begin a poem
but all I can think of is Seurat painting scenes of Honfleur
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This poem was inspired by the painting above, courtesy of Poem Tryouts: A Single Detail at Margo Roby’s Wordgathering.