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Big Sur S l i d e Poem
Curvy cli ff s r i o d a e d r o a d
Around a corner a line of cars A green Ford pick-up truck another bug a BMW a VW van a red Cadillac a Woody with boards in racks on top a '56 Chevy two-toned white over powder blue a Pontiac a Malibu another bug a road maintenance truck blocking the road a couple of guys holding shovels standing in the road covered with dirt and rocks and shrubs from a slide.
“How long do you think we’ll have to sit here?” Susan asks.
I stop the engine, and we get out and walk to the edge of the cliff. Early morning waves dark green still in shadow. A fishing trawler crawls slowly along a slide of smoke wavy glass wake.
We sit on the edge of the cliff and watch the swells slide toward the rocky beach a hundred feet below.
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