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| Venice Beach, Florida |
Facing open water,
Sirens at my back,
Ululations in the retirement park
Jittering the little dogs
On leashes under palms,
Fresh vacancies a topic
Tonight over cards, but always
Sunny and warmer,
Tomorrow and tomorrow,
Sweet petty pace,
This walking shadow
Pedaling off to the beach
To outpace acceptance,
Seeking out clear light,
Like poetry or freedom,
Leaning in from the sea.
—with a line from Seamus Heaney's "Oysters"
