by Harriet Sohmers Zwerling

You turn left at Race Point
onto the blacktop road
that rolls through the dunes
with their female curves
like breasts and thighs of
silky sand.

Small, arthritic-looking
pines dot them,
breathing resin and salt.
Below, the restless sea tosses
ribbons of foam against the shore.

At night the dunes mimic the moon,
those dark craters,
and lying among them, we fill
our eyes with stars.

Harriet Sohmers Zwerling  is the author of a story collection, Notes of a Nude Model and other pieces. Her new book, entitled Abroad: an expatriate’s diary, based on the journals she kept while living in Paris during the Fifties, is due out in Spring.