I'm still dreaming of the oceanand the sound of the scrubbing waves
and the shrieks of seabirds
and the stink of briny mussels
washed ashore,
still feeling the grit of sand on my oiled belly skin,
and tasting Atlantic saline
and wondering why I live in landlocked Colorado.
But then,
ski season is just around the corner.
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