“…the way a road
can seem to tease a coast, tracing the littoral,
feinting into and away from the curves it owes
and takes as its own, an old game of shores
and edges, sometimes wild with sprays of phlox,
aligned elsewhere with mist, acts of rising
made low, burning off into bluffs…”
Images and words (excerpted from “Peninsula”) by © Chris Bronsk 2014.