PAD CHALLENGE 2014 #26 FAKE OCEAN
The wind was quiet for once
the snow had stopped falling
the sand was golden in the sun
and the mounds of snow
hugged where the coastline waves
tried to eat them up
Most folks with sense
don’t go to the beach in winter
but there we were, two of us
old fogies in parkas
half-lying, sitting in the dunes
looking down a deserted stretch of sand
not Bermuda or Hawaii or even Mexico
but Racine, Wisconsin!
And it was enough to quell that aching
yearning burning in my soul
that comes from living here
in a land-locked state
to see the endless blue sky
over a fake ocean missing only
the ocean’s taste of
potato chips on my lips
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