there’s
someone coming this way dark
coat flapping wind
stride so confident
round sunglasses and no brim hat
I meet him and we walk
along seawall gulls
calling landing
wings battling breeze
his voice sand and gravel punctures
holes in thick air
tells of surprising swell
of ocean
rogue waves crashing
and the path that we walk
shadows lengthening
and the risks we all must take
coats like wings flying
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