A while now, OK with being a landlubber, suburbanite, two hours away from a beach community, sand, ocean, salt air, not having been to any such location in at least two years, for various reasons.
18 November 2018, Sunday, 11:30 AM-ish.
Pulled out my Magnetic Poetry Kit. Haven't written a thing in quite some time. Maybe this will jog some words out of my head, mind, onto a magnetic board.
Pulled words blind, like drawing letters for a SCRABBLE game.
Rearranged the words:
What are the chances of drawing these words blind?
Beach, ocean, salt air, surfacing, still deep within my psyche, no matter what.