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weather[ing]

 
 
I run across the heated sand
waiting for the tides  
wave after wave
crash across an impending shore  
 
winds whip to carve scars
deep within this water's edge
as a rip tide cuts dangerous  
out of sight, where it lies in wait  
 
blue beckons of grey  
sometimes, nearer to - skies glow an orange-ish  
humidity mixes with dense pressure  
a strange feeling in preparation  
 
last chances of safe winds
and simple shoreline walks;  
having water that is aplenty  
and my favorite, Dewars and club soda  
 
That's weathering it—
a cocktail, new batteries
and my flashlight radio...
 
 
 
it's just another day in Tampa  
 
 
 
 
 
 
Bluevelvete
Written by Bluevelvete
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Author's Note
©Blu2021
The "essentials"... Preparing for Tropical Storm Elsa (if she's still categorized as such by the time she gets here....)
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