Ilwaco, Washington

And so I have gone down

to the salty, briny air

where the surf tumbles the sand

and the wind combs through my hair,

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where the seagulls dip and squabble

and the pocket pools grow warm

and the starfish snuggle rocks

as the tide begins to turn,

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where the sun lights through each wave

as it surrenders to the sea

and the sky steams into purple

and the night spits stars to me.

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(c) 1992, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright