watches
for words.
Visitors arrive in pairs or threes,
their smiles eager for capture.
The sea performs in blue satin.
Waves whoosh to shore,
crackle into caves.
On torrey pine branches,
cormorants pose like banners.
Grass crisped by sunshine
mingles with musk of daisy
on trails of sandstone dust.
Ask to borrow
wings for one day.
wings for one day.
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