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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Richard Widerkehr

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Coming to the Pacific at Night

At nineteen I thought these waves
moved with a kind of readiness—
white water sliding
as in a dream, a frothy end
to adolescence maybe.

This coastline's darker now.
The waves come in from farther away.
They aren't white as forever;
they don't sound like thunder.
Pelicans glide in the troughs.