Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
The Town That Fell Into The Sea
The ocean hides, sitting low like the winter sun.
Its sound seeps through knolls
Through sand, vine, and footprints
Through trees rooted in confused snarl
Threading lightly between our anonymous hands
Our faces washed away
Until the lights of Highway 101
Reattach themselves to the coast range.
(Photo: Reflection from Tillamook Bay, during the oncoming night in the fog)
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This is beautiful!
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Wonderful words about experiencing Highway 101! There is so much mystery to a landscape enveloped by fog.
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Thanks so much Renee!
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Love Highway 101. Your poem is beautiful.
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What a word picture “anonymous hands….faces washed away.”
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Good poem. And I love this photo. Especially that skinny tree in the middle. Kinda looks like a tear in the photo.
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Very nice 😁
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