A white Adirondack chair sees
me sitting in sinking moss
against a gnarled, old oak tree,
watching shimmering shadows
dance through green leaves by the bay.
I finger its smooth, new arms,
placed atop a dewy hill,
as constant waves crash ashore.
This semi-perfect sonnet was written in 2021 by Jessica Anne McLean. File sharing is encouraged.
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I dedicate this poem to my sister, Julia Elizabeth Graeser, who made new memories together with me at The Jolly Pumpkin on Mission Point overlooking Grand Traverse Bay this summer, where the empty Adirondack chair is located. She also came up with the title, which she said represented “changing times”. Julia, for every moment we share together and each memory we make, I’m so thankful for you and your unconditional friendship.~
The Rose 
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