whitecaps
rough winds
ruffle waves
ordered rows
racing to shore
Lauren McBride
Poet’s Notes: I
have long enjoyed watching wind-whipped whitecaps rushing across an ocean or
big lake. I love how the water turns to white lace between the rows of waves
crashing onshore, where I would like to be. From within a boat, I would tell a
different story.
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