sandy lanes leading down to the beach front or could it be they lead up from the shore weathered post stand like sentinels in the sand slated fences pinning one in or keeping others out white sand drifts and eddies unbroken by man shadows casts in the cold sun of purple and green ripples of mother natures wind left on the sand as folds green water at the edge of the serf with foam of white blue blush of the oceans depth at the horizon line winter has come, making the sky a violet slate gray hermit crabs making way, discarded shell left behind lonely and hungry looking for the foot steps of man
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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