Smidgens
The Tillamook Rescue
Combed the waves for him
Jet ski bucking the tide
With a rider attached to a trailer.
Back and forth they zigzagged
I watched their orange suits
Bobbing on the reflections of the sun
A constant twinkle of life—looking
Longer than all our breaths could hold, combined
Passed between the moments of
A broken crab shell and seagull feathers.
His bluish greyness, camouflaged
By our childhood splashing, swimming, loving
We were still searching
When the sun reached the sea
Loved it.
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Lovely reminiscing.
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I love the vintage postcards and your words create the perfect summer movie.
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Beautiful!
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I have never been there, but I could picture it. Well-written.
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Such great pictures! It makes me remember amazing times in the beach! 🙂
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Wonderful images. The picture of the mermaid invites my imagination.
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Rockaway is a beautiful area. Me and the wife were near there for our last anniversary. Nicely done!
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Also the reference to the mermaid legends
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A lovely and sensitive poem Elan. I like the poignant juxtaposition of the photographs.
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beautiful
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Yep !
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This makes me want to go to the beach. Just lovely.
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I love the immediacy of this … This is one of my favorites among your work… A real and tangible narrative, touched with the profound. Good stuff, indeed. 🙂
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We have a Rockaway Beach right here in NYC! What a small world! XO
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“Longer than all our breaths could hold, combined”. Your work continuously surprises me.
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His bluish greyness, camouflaged By our childhood splashing, swimming, loving… That is very sad but beautiful…
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beautiful =) i wanna go there now! (sitting in desert)
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Nicely done
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