We walk together Along the Lost Coast
One eye on Towering waves
Whisked ashore Beneath dark clouds
Finally dousing our Endless Fire Season
On Christmas Day.
Avoiding quicksand We squeeze between
Ancient Redwood siding Holding what is left of
An abandoned Dairy barn Littered with work tidings
Scattered aimlessly Waiting to float
Far away …
This article appears in North Coast Night Lights.