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Watching JAWS in the middle of the night
Not that I like sharks or chopped limbs or psychological fear
and how ironic the movie was filmed on Martha's Vineyard
where we are headed tomorrow
Before we head home
With all our limbs intact

The fog blew in the air
like sheets of wind
like ghosts dancing
like thick, slanted bolts of rain
At 2 AM, the sky was lit with white heat and moisture
The only thing missing was a wolf howling at the moon
Scary movie indeed

On this our last evening in Hyannis
Our sunset cruise in the harbor
was cancelled due to heavy fog and wind and tempestuous water
Of all the nights for the weather to play havoc with our plans
this was not the night I would have chosen
We scrubbed our sailing plans
and drove out to Provincetown instead
where the night life is grand and the people-watching--
the lovers, the dogs, the fringes of society so comfortable in their skin,
there at the end of the Cape, the end of the land, the end of the earth
Did I mention the dogs? They are everywhere,
welcome everywhere,
fitting in like anyone else and everyone else

Here in the land where the Kennedy spirit touches everything
from sand to sea to Main Street to surf
Here in the land of chowder and lobster and steamers and clams
Here where the beach and the rocks and the seaweed and sea shells
are nature's footprints on the earth
Here is where the water meets the sky
and the soul is cleansed and bathed in
light and the ocean and the waves and the tide
and the quiet flight of seagulls,
just like wandering tourists,
flock to the edge of the earth
and call it home