I eat pea pods and carrots and hard boiled eggs for breakfast while a milky blue ocean rolls and roars in the distance.<\/p>\n
I sit cross legged on the beach. Odd, I haven’t sat that way in years.<\/p>\n
A few minutes ago, I laughed at some of the randy messages left in the forts. Forts do that to some people. Someone even drew a picture of his prodigious genitalia and claimed it was to scale.<\/p>\n
A woman walks the wrack line alone. She’s beachcombing in black platform shoes and wearing sunglasses.<\/p>\n
Walmart opened in Warrenton yesterday. The giddyness is palpable. Strange that giddyness is a precursor to a death rattle.<\/p>\n
Three gulls fly overhead.<\/p>\n
Barn swallows dive bomb the fort.<\/p>\n
Waves wallop the jetty.<\/p>\n
Here comes a Coast Guard helicopter on its routine patrol.<\/p>\n
Here come geese!<\/p>\n
A lone fishing boat undulates out to sea.<\/p>\n
I’m learning to play \u201cVacation\u201d by the Go Go’s on the guitar that my attorney bought me on a snowy afternoon when I still believed in justice. I love this song. There’s a lot more in it than vacation.<\/p>\n
I keep thinking of that hummingbird I saw fly through fire. I can’t get the image out of mind. Why try? This moment feels like a five-page children’s book. One copy.<\/p>\n
Piles of dead kelp rot on the sand. I love watching adults jump rope with dead kelp. I love when kids lash each other with kelp. I once played in a rock band called Servants of the Kelp. We played one song and then broke up.<\/p>\n
Black and white clouds collide in a bright blue sky. The collision creates a heretofore unseen shade of gray. I am the only one to see it.<\/p>\n
Is this a poem?<\/p>\n\n
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