Coastal Road
Wild ocean salts the lips and tongue,
Its wind confronts you fully formed,
The winter sun refuses to impose.
Observe the mass of everything you know:
That straw of roads, the churches and
The friends you've lost, advice you spurned,
The breath you wasted questioning the No.
This road is special, cordoning your life -
One side will never let you turn,
The other bleeds into the green.
The windscreen wiper slices like a knife.
You turn your head and contemplate the grey
Simplicity, inconstancy;
You wish there were another way
And take the second left to God knows where.
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