Perfect!
This flawless morning
I feel guilty of trespass.
I fear my steps will collapse the virginal beauty,
My very presence seems intrusive.
An outgoing tide undresses
Miles of glistening,
Unmarred, Pacific coast beach.
Easterly winds forestall any swells,
Erase the familiar sounds of ocean challenging shore,
Turn banners and flags into
Beseeching arms, reaching to embrace
Ocean and sky.
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