Calling Hours

The bay beckons 

beyond the branches

of a backyard 

pine 

growing

beneath 

rented memories 

that crowd the attic

Apex 

in afternoon shadows

sadness echoes down 

Steep stairwells

while paws patter in play 

 the fog horn

moans in mourning

Camp NaNoWriMo  Day 7

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