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Late January, we drove along the shoreline. It felt as though the car skated on ice. It swayed back and forth. Sandpiper swept the shoreline. Another group swirled in the winter breeze. A break from the continuous rainfall. The waves rushed in and returned again. My wife and I, almost completely alone. It felt like our beach. And out of nowhere, another bird appeared among the sandpiper and seagulls. It didn’t belong. Yet it did. A surprise.
out of the blue
sun peaks through winter clouds
ocean waves
an osprey perches, watches
from atop driftwood
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Up There
I decide to stop time. Make time stand still. Not literally of course. Just stop. And walk. I walk some more. I look up at the trees. I listen to the birds. I smell the sea. I sip my coffee. I feel the breeze. And then sit on a piece of driftwood. At some point, I walk again. Time disappears.
i finally stop
observe my footprints
and rocky cliffs
an open journal page
sit up with the clouds
Late January, we drove along the shoreline. It felt as though the car skated on ice. It swayed back and forth. Sandpiper swept the shoreline. Another group swirled in the winter breeze. A break from the continuous rainfall. The waves rushed in and returned again. My wife and I, almost completely alone. It felt like our beach. And out of nowhere, another bird appeared among the sandpiper and seagulls. It didn’t belong. Yet it did. A surprise.
out of the blue
sun peaks through winter clouds
ocean waves
an osprey perches, watches
from atop driftwood
https://www.coloradoboulevard.net/poets-salon-up-there/
Up There
I decide to stop time. Make time stand still. Not literally of course. Just stop. And walk. I walk some more. I look up at the trees. I listen to the birds. I smell the sea. I sip my coffee. I feel the breeze. And then sit on a piece of driftwood. At some point, I walk again. Time disappears.
i finally stop
observe my footprints
and rocky cliffs
an open journal page
sit up with the clouds
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