gulp that salt-chunk air
sob
tear hair, wild green grass
ragged
sky-tossed waves
brine, not mine
nowhere
buzz on rocks
flies,
sandgravel-spray
ozone
flotsam
angry brain
fierce tide
floatswirl
relentless awake
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clairevetica 
‘Gulp that salt-chunk’ – is a great line – evokes all the fierce pleasures of the ocean – now forbidden.
We’re still able to swim here, thank goodness! And run near the water. I am very lucky 🙂
Another beautiful photo!