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Pt. Reyes Counterpoint
by MJ Moore
As the season tips into the New Year,
we navigate the narrow road,
lifting, uncurling under bright blue sky.
The Farallon Islands leap from the horizon,
then disappear as we round the next hill.
First stop—boisterous north shore.
We slip down the embankment,
engulfed in blinding light
that sparks off crashing waves.
Spray pelts us,
cold wind slaps our cheeks.
Racing tide chases us
back up the dunes.
Five miles on, at Drake’s Beach,
tranquil tide ripples in.
Elephant seals wallow and grunt
in warm, soft sand.
Children build a driftwood fort
in the curved arms of the bay--
what was once a sanctuary
for battered ships
and old sea dogs.
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