I can smell the salt in the dark,
coffee and cigarette in hand,
Rachel splashing California’s coast
swallowing beachfront mansions.
On a slight breeze out of the south
I can smell the sea.
I can smell the salt in the dark,
coffee and cigarette in hand,
Rachel splashing California’s coast
swallowing beachfront mansions.
On a slight breeze out of the south
I can smell the sea.
Posted in Poems 2026, poetry
NATIVE HARMONIES: ranch poems






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