Richard Brancato
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IMPRESSIONS
 
On the Cape the breeze is warm.
The moon is full and all around us tiny waves
skip endlessly and glimmer.
The party on the shore is a distant sound...

 
 
A version of this poem appeared in Pennine Ink, #19, Summer.

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