Pebble Beach

grey clouds with tinges of blue

the horizon meets grey-blue waters

led by muddled shades of green and brown

short hewn grass leads to the beach

guided by the worn wood fence

endless and weather-beaten

the posts whipped by ceaseless wind

they lean up against rugged green shrubs

gnarled bushes sprinkled with salt

their wild untamed twigs crawl

reach for the ground, the sky, the sea

beyond them the ocean endlessly churns

waves crash against smooth black rock

where all is in turmoil, all is at peace

an angle, a fencepost, the sea

is the earth at its best.

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