April Bonus Poem: I Will Build My Cottage
with the lobster traps stacked
against the green fence,
under the old willow,
and it will be made of sea wrack
and sea foam, and painted the color of islands,
and flash in the light like a gull’s wing
in the morning,
and there will I wile my time,
lost to the world of plans and contingencies,
carefully sculpting my stories,
becoming a legend.