I went to the beach this morning,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
like every other Oregon morning,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
watched gulls drink from a stream,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the crippled dog lag behind,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the old dog lag farther behind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The waves rolled in, bringing their bright clear spaces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I left the beach and went to the club,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
watched a woman from a Gram Parsons song,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
slide to the mic, rise on tiptoes,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
begin to sing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her low-slung brown cords slid even lower.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I heard her sing Neil Young<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and this was not the day the music died<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but lived.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I left the club and went to the beach,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
wanting waves to annihilate my former not so helpless self,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
wash away the acid and the damage done,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To have the ocean\u2014and her\u2014become the drug that makes you dream,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
as Neil Young once sang.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I picked up the pace, picked up a stick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The crippled dog caught up,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the old dog too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I felt like writing her name in the fresh unmarked sand<\/p>\n\n\n\n
with the stick, so I did,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
on a morning finer than most.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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