‘Neath the gray gull’s wings

The irascible sea

slaps the shore’s indignant face

far and hard, harder still

till cliffs become sand

and white foam falls dizzyingly

into the distance…

2 thoughts on “‘Neath the gray gull’s wings

  1. This makes me home sick for Northern California. So few words on your part and yet I feel as though I am standing on the cliffs again.

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