heard abt u 2nd hd--
first reports from the west coast
coming in--only rumor
whispers--then
of course the truth--I
was digging--you'd
crumbled it was true--
erosion flood buckling
you'd fallen into the
canyon--slid down
cliff face--Ragged point
no longer gateway to the
north
purple sand shifts without
footprint sand blow against
lonely key rock
carmel-by-the-sea in
dead end winding road
south
I wn't c u ths yr--
won't be coming across
I be a sailor on your
greatest lakes--you'll be
recovered in 6 mo I hear
I hope
maybe
I c u thn--
for that victory lap
curl around the coves
where blue meets bluer
and the sky
and the sea
and we
will go
just go
west
eternally.
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