As a grey seagull pecks
at the rotting carcass
of a dead seal,
it's fur slanted inland-
blown by the wind of the sea
along with all the other black
and brown tinged beach flora-
pointed towards the automated white,
conical, red-roofed lighthouse,
we barrel along thick sand
in a bright blue Jeep, flashing
dad's cans, fishtailing like a boat
on 15 psi 4 wheel drive tires,
five explorers cast out of 21st century
technology driven careers,
unknown to the island,
unknown to each other,
unknown to the belly
of the billionaire whale
tycoons littering Nantucket.
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