I climbed down through coastal scrub
Sandstone nub and turkey scratch,
Purposefully counted into the hundreds
And then became distracted for caution
And for possible misstep. On safe arrival
The foreshore held its mysteries
Within wash and cliff and ancient sands,
I did not inquire or pause to study, yet
committed and turned again to climb
knowing afore each rise I would by needs,
descend
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