Details of Sapelo River
Kimberly Johnson
your marsh and river at dawn and dusk
ever-changing palette of brilliant hues,
a back I scratched on novice skis,
arm I tickled casting lines, nets, shells;
you picked up the dinner check:
deviled crab, steamed shrimp, fried fish,
and lulled me in a dock hammock as I listened
for playful dinnertime dolphins,
an empty mollusk shell now –
priced far less than all you’ve given.
