MARIAN DICKINSON-THE REAL MAC, BREAKERS, AT FOUR

THE REAL MAC

. . . .

MacDougal, in his sleeping bag,
like a turtle in retreat,
depends upon its opening ease
when struggling to his feet.
But if the zipper won’t unstick
and let MacDougal run,
that bear nearby may choose to try
a real Mac in a bun.

© 1980 Marian Dickinson

BREAKERS, AT FOUR

One far-off hour with Auntie Mae,
I watched the breakers
fall away
out toward infinity.
Auntie combed for shells;
I dared the sea
and built my castle high.
It surely fell
(she saved each shell)
with the breakers crashing by.

© 1986 Marian Dickinson