Near Montauk

Rob S. Friedman

July/August 2022

Near Montauk

August’s just an interruption with potential a drowsy slack between Independence and Labor Day an empty clothesline before sun-up.

Each morning takes on a sheen as light and consequential as the silvering wooden pins she’ll clip to the line before it bears weight.

With the sunset rest the trawlers off Napeague dipping their prows as rhythmically as she squeezes the pin springs and bows toward the basket.


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