Where it Begins

this promenade,
or beach walk,
goes for miles.

we'd like to know
begining and end,
so we know 
we missed nothing.

an old boat has risen 
above the beach,
blown up there
by an almost 
forgotten tempest

old people might
remember the storm.

the boat remains.

we noticed sunshine,
a sweet, warm gift.

tourists surrounded
us as we walked,
on an unfamiliar walk,

a promenade what
began for us, where
we put a foot ashore.

the boat was a 
notable landmark;

it was obviously
going nowhere,
as we were.

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