Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Tag: Ocean
The View
If I hike alone, I can only tell you what you missed. If we hike together, we’ll see the view. Here, the wind whips beachgrass, stinging our legs through cotton jeans, a grass that rattles its voice, a scolding, chaotic rustle. Our bare…
The Ocean Welcomes Me Back
She knows me. Though, I haven’t seen All that she is….. All her anger and angst Frozen at times, treacherous. I know her From the safety of my footing. She can pull me, She pulls me, I am pulled Not by ebb, but by…
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