FORAY

it being a work night

didn't stop me from eating half a package of chocolate almond clusters and
altered

jumping on the bike at 9 pm to venture out into
the wilds of OB

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lucky to have grabbed the vest

i was greeted with 50 degree damp winds
on this waxing gibbons moon night

and heading north
ostensibly to ferret out

a new and friendlier drinking establishment

i was as usual drawn
inexorably

to the beach

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i'm sure she misses me
when i don't visit for a day

she seems to leap up with the entirety of her being
when i return

as i gaze
riveted to her undulations

white foamy laughter
and deep dark alluring

waters

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i don't know for sure if bikes are allowed on the beach
so i tied up the trusty steed

hitched her to a post
actually

and walked on down the beach

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i remembered the italian deli
mark recommended

got a late night meatball sandwich

refreshing to watch italians unceremoniously
throw things around

headed down the pier
amidst few others

fool enough to walk out over the night's gusty sea

and amidst her cold and briny air
ate with a gusto

salty fatty goodness

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thinking of sailors

my grandpa's big crossing at 17
mom's at 20

until again captivated
by bubbling clouds of crests

and the continuing punctuated perception
that every wave has its own distinct personality

amidst the gathering green murk
of this rising tide's

underlying insistence

and turning back to the shoreline
and walking back up the beach
and getting back on the bike

i dodged a skittering maybe-cat

on the way home