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Black's Beach

Trying to look
anywhere
but at the ocean

the beach seems wide 
for October

at the skyline,
tired wooden coaster sits
coiled in winter rest

child dances,
bonfire growing
at the base of cliff
a primal shadow

below the horizon
a pink sailboat moves
from blue to hazy red
approaching the inferno
of civilization

I relax:
my focus moves
from familiar landmark-
cypress bough, 
mouth of bay
winding lighthouse road

engulfed by rhythmic 
waves
I lean to ignore
the sound that never
sleeps
as infinite as avoidance
and togetherness
the ocean meets the shore.

It is a desire
I cannot casually observe.

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