Remembering some start out places…
Wild curly thunders a relentless sea
Where desolate dunes roll up asleep
Beneath a heavy metal coastal gale
A tattooed old deserted tavern groans
Beneath the strain in a tempest’s changing
Winds bent on no particular direction
Offering shelter without a roof, but
Underneath its second floor will do
For this weary sojourner, while watching
Rush the water down between floorboards
Where their tongues and grooves have rotted
Somewhere between age and unrelenting weather
Such as this wild gale, these back-off tempest winds
Which rattle through these tavern’s lonely bones
A shelter on an empty road for sea borne drifters
Disturbed by shipwreck nightmares from another time.
Sean B 
Some places seem to engender thoughts of those who proceeded us in a particular space.
As it does this month.