by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Edgartown was blowing down All round, St. Lizzies, winds were howling “I do”, “we do”, our love’s crowning Rings were rounding, all around. We.   Peggy on her hands and knees crawling, Out of her sea tub, rising, reaching. Rivulets of soapy water falling, Down the smooth contours of … Continue reading Islands and Promontories →