Monday, November 3, 2014

Portland Afternoon

sharp bluffs packed with tall pines
the long, flat expanse
the endless rolling roar of waves
and wind
fine, grey, powder sand
raked by wind
constant wind
kites dancing
beach wanderers
and ocean spray
brave swimmers gallop into the water
and my face feels the ocean
I can taste the ocean through my skin.
-Kevin Slick

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