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it’s still
the birds have flown
knowing it’s time
but today is an anomalous summer day
which, breaking protocol,
has oozed into early fall
with temperate trappings
lulling me with spacious softness
and late brilliance,
being the last echo of July,
the final peal of August’s bell
expanding as I surf,
gliding down the hump of its luxurious waveform
under the comfort of its breaking curl
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by Jim Culleny
9/27/14, 2:45
Photo and poem, shot and jotted about an hour ago
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