The Sea from San Pedro, Pt. Fermin Park
by David Newman

The waves come in optimism,
two seagulls mimic nonchalantly
& one swoops down, then
upwards floating - it's sea - the air

Off the sad horizon
a jagged long stretch of mountain
leisurely boasting,
"it is, I, you've no doubt
heard of, the California Coast."

People stroll by in twos,
& proud Palm trees,
wide as a Rhino
mingle with Eucalyptus,

There is a path of sunlight
holding a hand out
across the whitecaps

A brisk wind bellows, "hello?!! Hello?!?"

The surf crashes against the cliffs below,
"No,... no.."

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