Oceans and tide in
walking the thin line between
sand and beach and melted glacier.
listening to the roaring wind
as all sorts of birds landing at the tide’s longshore current because
the wind was too strong and their wings too weak…
sand and water pelt my face
and slows me to a calm walking pace.
All this in two hours.
The car meter was repeating that
times up at the beach.
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