I bet you've written plenty about
this coast.
It's ruthless.
Total concentration required
otherwise I am
left vastly alone
with my thoughts
and the ferns
and the sand
and the breeze from the thin
thin
air.
I drive past an art studio,
and a lone horse at a ranch.
Brown meets blue
no
enveloped in blue
so long
as I can still see
the glistening rocks below.
Only when Eucalyptus
infiltrates my senses
do I realize
I have escaped the coast
it's overwhelming clarity
away from mirror
so much safer to
keep my distance
yet so much more
alive
along
that coast.
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