You are in my veins again --Ebb and flow of
steel cold blue.
Desert green on a
dark gray cliff,
Creeping hiss of
white lace foam.
Cliff face chills
my resting bones.
My pulse makes time
with pounding tide,
Pores absorbing
salty spray,
Familiar drug --
home.
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No one will probably catch it, but this is not a photo of Mendo. It is actually the beach at Strawberry Hill in Oregon. It is the closest likeness to the Mendo coast that I have on my computer at the moment...
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