Sand Point & Rabbit Moss

A craggy finger pointing out
Into cold café-au-lait sea
Bears, upon finer inspection
A profusion of shades of green
Nestling within hollows in eroded limestone
Trampled over by many feet
Belonging to people unaware of that they’re missing
With heads held high aloft

But, bending down on hands and knees
It’s amazing what one sees
By way of minute treasures
Bristling with outstretched spiky leaves
Found only here and there
Just a few small dots on a map
Yet, here almost everywhere one cares to look
With knowing eyes

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