Sky Glider

I’m out here near the ocean
It’s chilly near these harsh waves
Santa Cruz is crying
I’m trying hard to praise the rain
But all I feel now is the cold

Sand is flying like a dancing angel
I’m still smiling inside grainy castles
Tiny motes dry my eyes
The wind was only trying to breathe
And all I feel now is the cold

I remember gliding over noise
Crashing waves and huddled teens
The children on the boardwalk
Were small as faded memories
And our laughter flamed the cold

I’m out here near the ocean
There’s magic in the harsh waves
I can sense them breathing
Though it’s hard to see in pouring rain

So I’ll just
Stop
And praise the cold

 

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Featured photograph by Tradd Harter

 

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