State Beach Cormorants

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Ten feet over the wave tops they come

Dark squadrons of two, or three, or more.

A full day fishing off Cape Poge done.

Gathering close on a pond island shore.

No soaring, no wheeling, no arc in their flight.

Due west to the brass of a low-hanging sun.

Long-necked old neighbors assemble for night.

Shadows and feathers now blending to one.

Rob Burnside, a yearly visitor to Edgartown, is a retired firefighter and published poet (his chapbook “Falling Off the Bone” is currently available at Amazon) from Swoyersville, Pa.