A perpetually cloudy place on the Pacific coast of Washington State, which is, believe it or not, close to Gray's Harbor and just up the road from the aptly-named town of Grayland.

Cohasset Beach

Does the crew of that ship way out there
In the ocean, suddenly bathed in the afternoon
Sun, rejoice? One would hope that they've
Noticed their new situation. Those of us
Stuck on the beach beneath clouds, beneath
Gray, upon gray, facing frigid gray waves,
See no reason to celebrate. We envy them
On that ship in the sun, but do only briefly
Before we retreat from the gloom.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-03-27 at 22:38

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