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
OPTIONAL POETRY 
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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Thank you! Would love to visit Santa Cruz, too
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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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Lovely poem
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Lovely place! Thanks
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I love this poem! Great work! This really made me smile.
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Thank you!
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