by David Alves
Here’s a poem I wrote for all those who love sunsets, Martha’s Vineyard, and Spadoni Hill–inspired by reflecting upon the occasion of Randall and Lela Spadoni’s third wedding anniversary, August 16, 2012:
Take Brisk Lane to Jettee Point Way or
Chowder Kettle Lane to Menemsha’s sunset.
Either way, your island days wash back in years later.
They slide you back to Maple Valley or Oak Bluffs.
Memory winds you around Gig Harbor until
you’re quietly seated on Spadoni Hill
smelling fat, ripe blackberries and
watching sunset ride yellow-blue waters once again.