West Coast Trail First Night
Quiet, but for the steady
murmur of waves along
an obsidian beach.
Remnants of an ocean storm,
somewhere between
here and Japan.
Sometime between
Passé Imparfait et
Plus-que-parfait.
Copyright © D.W. Rodgers | Year Posted 2021
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