praise first dawn, on one’s own

the headlights going out, first to arrive

praise the beach, water keeping faith

praise rolling ocean, it never wanes

praise the sand, making space between my toes

praise the gulls, praise the squirrels, the rocks

the sign above the sandwich shop, we wait

the houses above the beach, their windows invite

praise 16th street, steep only going West

praise old houses, grown from Summer tents

the rise & fall coastal homes, salted history

the way water sings, thunder in the rocks

my arms, my hands, rough stone to touch

praise the air, it has ocean inside of it
 
 
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