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Sand Castles

A seven-year-old,
Innocent of the analogy,
Can delight in the
Fate of sand castles.
A septuagenarian
Knows the truth they tell
And finds comfort of sorts
In a kinship with them
And with autumn afternoons
And the universe in general.


I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.