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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  
Written by Bluevelvete
Author's Note
The "essentials"... Preparing for Tropical Storm Elsa (if she's still categorized as such by the time she gets here....)
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