a simple walk
on the fishing pier
in bright thursday sun

eroding cliffs, ice plant
empty beach
earlier california today

coming here for years
a surfing career begun
my bench faces north
to the point end

careless seagull splat,
loose and tide-like
stuffed intestines

hardly any winter people
monday through friday
the other two i stay home.

north prevalent wind today
no jacket
pimple my cool flesh

this day closes
another closer

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