• Carly Feinman

Day 30- 10.16.20

There’s a fence

It‘s moss green, freshly painted,

and stands six feet tall

on a flat road just a couple miles

up the hill from the bay.

If you’re lucky, you’ll walk past

just as the orange sun dips

below the horizon.

Because when you stand up on your toes

and peak an eye through the wooden slits

at exactly the right moment,

you can see the salt water

do more than just sparkle—

you can actually sneak a glimpse

as the sea itself reaches up

to kiss the sun goodnight.


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