Yachats, Oregon
Creeping in to crash
in a surge of turbulence
and a crescendo of froth
the tide returns.
Endless eternal crashing,
eons of smashing into
rocks worn smooth
as obsidian.
Great lava rocks thrown about
by the shore now lapped in calm
as out to sea the building
of another cycle begins.
Slowly it builds
growing in heighth
building the roar
to engulf once again ...
Forevermore.
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