the cash cove

In Peppermint Bay, on the eastern shores of Cove Hollow,

Peppermint Polly watches from the tower, her telescope trained on the tide.

At Peppermint Point, gulls gather and stories drift in with the morning fog.

The Peppermint Steamboat ferries passengers past Peppermint Isle,

while crates of sea salt strawberries are sold by the scoop in the Peppermint Cafe.

No one’s in a rush, not even the waves.