Four poems | by Ingrid Bruck

Sad Remains Coyotes crawl from the dune grass before Stella Maris Retreat is demolished. Vultures feast on the grand old hotel, peel the skin of ornate wood in the entry, dismantle the grand staircase saved from President Grant’s cottage, another causality of East Coast redevelopment. The wrecking ball thunders. Machinery clears a path through the…