Bodega Bay, California
Dusk in Bodega Bay
Soft dunes
Like the backs of gray bulls
And Salmon Creek
Slipping into the Pacific
To the big water
The wineskins of winds
Are open fully
And the Pacific Ocean never pacific
Wages eternal war with a sloping shelf
Where pines lean frightened to the land
When you eat fish in Luka's bar
And you're happy that you're not a fish
Far away in the deep cold water
Where the sun pulled the night up
Like a huge blanket
To cover its legs
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