The end of America
I ran
the last steps to the Ocean
the West Coast at my feet
and all of America behind me
letting the water wash over my weary feet
my overwhelmed soul
my grimey sweaty heart
elated
and giggling madly
at the Greatness of it all.
The end of the Road is beautiful
and bittersweet
warm in my chest
like the California wind
that dances around me
My head is spinning
the palmtrees sway
but the waves
are comfortingly eternal.
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