II
In agitated exhaustion, we come
Seeking Ocean’s restless rejuvenation.
During the wailing Pacific gales
Undertows and high, ripping tides
Reclaim real estate by the acre
In an attempt to provide safe haven
For some of this continent under siege.
As dozens of crows darkly assemble
To draw a circle in the sand,
The ever watchful Air Force alertly
Violates our peaceful lonely spot.
Do only those who kill their young
Leave signatures of this kind?
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