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VII. Sunset cliffs
(excerpt)

Seabirds  sit  atop
crumbling cliffs   land bridges
to upper-platform-water-bridging-under

there are waves we ride into our coasts
juncture points just beneath our skin
ocean widens out   to out-of-sight
sight becomes   a method in

ocean finds a way to each part   of
our heart    ocean   finds
the shore   and starts out again
racing sun to horizon

seabirds sit atop their cliffs
waiting for mother    waiting
for mother    waiting for mother

(from San Diego poem series)

     

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