Surf and Turf

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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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