gasp

back and forth 

down the path

hearing the surf

slowly crash

the railroad lines

from urban zen

to purple tress

and coyote moon

in ocean breeze

strolling on fog

pacing the path

reckless dash

to self destruction

wave crests beckon 

breathing in

air

  

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