1.
the sea breathes onto the land,
a long gasp of breaking waves.
concrete bulwarks contain the force,
eventually must fail.
O Sister Ocean,
O Brother Shore,
sing plainsong,
praise each moment
swelling to the next,
each pulsing splash of a second
we watch the play of ocean on this slice of shore,
brief interval in rows of beach homes.
coastal rocks curry the manes
of incoming waves, wild horse spirits
of the sea.
surfers mount them,
promised a mighty ride,
young gods and goddesses
dancing their mortal joy.
Dale Harris
January 22, 2009
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