rocky and i had been trapped in his van for eight hours by sideways rain and gale force winds~

sitting high upon the bluff staring at white caps running clear out to sea~ all the trees flattened a wedding party destroyed, a lacy white pagoda sent tumbling across the sand and log

and we sit in the van trapped / talking and cursing / driving the coast looking for protection / someplace to paddle out

watching fireworks ~ it's Treaty days~ like watching drive-in movies underwater the explosions instantly suppressed / muffled / fizzled we sit in vans / sleep

the next morning the world is breaded in inches of sand glazed wonder ~


a smaller world made by children /the sand bites at our ankles

we drive away. . .


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