Ano Nuevo

I rolled up onto the beach
between the rocks
because they’d set aside the
area for me and told
people it was “protected”.

I lay on the protected beach
in the warm winter sun.
Some guy walked past me
watching me sleep. I suppose
he thought he’d go home

and write a poem about elephant
seals sleeping in the sun,
but I beat him to it, and maybe
it doesn’t seem all that eventful to
you.

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