Surf and Turf
· poetry
The sea whispers the infinitely interesting in my earbr
I listen at riskbr
Flirting with disintegrationbr
At the corner of Ocean Boulevard and Ocean Drivebr
And then I’m entering the hivebr
I was almost pacifiedbr
So closebr
Green leaf volatiles give warning that life is shortbr
It mocks mebr
The golf course flaunts its leisurely lurebr
I have yet to find a curebr
That’s not itbr
And yet I play the same coursebr
Over and over and over againbr
JArtBbr
22:10 03 JUNE 2023
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