Night Trip To Eastern Shore
diesel roars inching its way
across 21 miles of bridges,
tunnels to eastern shore
wind blowing; i can feel
slapping waves on columns
embedded deep; sea bottom
strumming guitar; melody
flowing from backseat; bus
as we enjoy refreshments
in darkening soft twilight
i'm picturing where i'll be
somewhere ashore chincoteaque
eastern shore of virginia
across chesapeake bay from
virginia beach, virginia.
poem by Manonton Dalan
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