Sea Wind

An afternoon breeze lifts the sea surface,
the calm of morning shattered in white caps.
Receding gray fog is in the distance,
I hollow out the sand for a quick nap.

The lullabying roar of moving water
carried miles to splash upon this shore.
I dig myself in a little deeper,
hoping that the wind will be no more.

The warm land gives fuel to rising pressures
while drying sand stacks in rippled ridges.
I love how wind carries off sand flies,
and fat pelicans soar above surf edges.

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