Inland

All day
the wind rushes
hard like the ocean
beating its way
through choked 
leaves on the
highest trees 
I imagine 
I am by the sea
and discern
rolling waves
in the dark
gathering black sand
through the undertow
and the shush
of receding waters
over the bark
of neighbors' dogs
is the moon's
departure

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