Trucks & Beach
By: M. MacMinn
Half dead
on a darkened sand beach
An empty Peninsula
seagulls, eye-balling me
Salt, in the air, in the breath
a soothing smell like a California sun
Looking for wisdom
realizing it is everywhere
and nowhere
Like a breeze in the air
and the surf on the sand
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