July 20

July 20, 2018
by C
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poetry

Eight-oh-eight in Encinitas
surfers hold their place

like knots in a net
the chipped tooth moon

the boldness of Jupiter
night comes humid and velvet

and matte
the ocean

all and always the ocean
even upstairs in the small

corner room
with its small open window

even in this heat
already half asleep

as the train rankles
cicadas and the coming dark

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  1. fairytalesbymyth's avatar
    Myth*. says

    Perfection in poetry! We get the black body transparent winged Cicadas here in the Spring by the hundreds! My dad grew up a surfer in Santa Cruz. Your poem is refreshing! Many lines in which I can relate. Very nicely written! 🙂

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      • fairytalesbymyth's avatar
        Myth*. says

        Santa Cruz has become a college town today. I spent a lot of time there with my family growing up. I do hope you get to visit Santa Cruz, and make it to the world famous board walk! The roller coaster is unbelievable yet,vintage in style. Happy day!

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