Category: Oceania

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Nazare, February.

Standing with salty toes smelling of fish on the grandstands of Nazare, cliffs so big cresting giants double the height— rising great walls of freezing winter water jackets on so tight, skins the color of rubber suctioned, hands so white gripping tows a mammoth wave rising like the froth of a pub beer it crests and slams—

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The Color of the Sea

  I’ve been told before the color of the sea but the knowledge has never served me. For I plunge my soul dark beneath satin waters & out gushes white-light waterfalls. Candor! I think, that’s the color.