Mendocino Seascape

Abalone, coastal fog,
talk of tides.

What is life
but a rusty crab pot

and a hundred poems
unwritten?

Told, untold, fold, unfold,
like breathing.

Open, close, like a book
of souls.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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3 Responses to Mendocino Seascape

  1. I love the Mendocino Coast, and I love your poem.

  2. Ouzelum says:

    Love the efficiency & clarity of the coupled lines here.

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