WINDY WALK

There’s something to be said for

venturing out in the cold

and heading into the wind:

 

the bite on the face and tears

dimming sight, the pounding of

the surf echoed by my heart;

 

the dog hunkered down trying

to get under the wind, the

bleakness of the empty beach;

 

short steep waves with their tops blown

off , sand lifting and shifting

like in Lawrence of Arabia,

 

and the marsh grass showing the

scudding clouds the way to

yesterday’s calmer weather.

 

© Marty Luster 2012

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