The Road to Broad Cove
The low angle sun shines through the trees; It lights our way through the dawn breeze.
The one on my left says “Light me a smoke”.
The other opens the window so he don’t choke.
I’m the Jr. of the three:
my brother and Sr. riding with me.
Lobster fishing bait in the back of the truck.
“Four crates today, with any luck.”
Then a fox jolts by and snatches my gaze.
They don’t notice, as if in a daze.
They’re thinking about our day on board.
I realize they’ve been down this road before.
Later we’ll be away from land’s reach.
To the Point, the Joker’s, then to the Beach.
My thoughts won’t be about today’s catch or the ropes that could bring me to my death.
They’ll be of the fox I saw as we drove In the low angle sun on the road to Broad Cove.
– John B Beaton