‘’….Wellfleet stayed

Remarkable that fall. And so did we.

Confessions, confidences kept us up

Half the night….

Yet who could forget those wet, bucolic rides,

Drunk dances on the beach, the bonfires,

The sandy lobsters not quite fit to eat?

Well, there were other falls to come as bad,

But I still see us on a screened-in porch,

Dumbly determined to discover when

The tide turned and the bay sank back in mud.’’

-- From “Shorelines,’’ by Howard Moss