West Coast Vibe

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The grey is grounding, After all, it is December. Standing here In workout clothes On the beach in Santa Monica And not freezing.

I look out over the Pacific Amid the beach’s paraphernalia Restrained from exuberance By the light drizzle. I watch the Ferris wheel, Bright and gaudy Unmistakably childish With a west-coast Commitment to A non-serious vibe.

I think a little of An English grey A little harder than this: Slick, hard pavements Wet and cold after the rain, And I smile.