Poetry: South Beach

South Beach Eagle KingOften, we would walk South Beach togetherThat long large-pebbled beachalong the Salish Seaon the island’s west sideShort salt water waveslap up against the shore there,constant rhythm set by the wind,like a slow rock tumblersifting for agatesBrown cliffs of San Juan barely hold a road on top itselfLarge crumbles of dirt clotslay at itsContinueContinue reading “Poetry: South Beach”