Oyster Boy Review 11  
  April 1999
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Autumn Cadenza

Kenny Fries

Late afternoon and the dune pools
filled with tidewater seeping
through the sand.  The light trills

on the surface.  The sun turns
beige sand white; violet
shadows climb the hills.

Signs line the road, tow
zone, no parking either side, lost
in the glare.  The wind strips

the trees: a nest between two
high branches—why haven't I seen
birds flying?  Soon, all will be

gone, except those gulls screaming
through winter.  A few weeks
and we will need this light even more.