i.
Hastily following the winding highway
leading out of the city,
I resolve that I’ve had enough
and briefly forsake it
like an angry jilted lover.
ii.
As I caress the steering wheel
and stretch my neck,
a mantra runs through my mind,
I know it’s time
to run away.
iii.
The evening tide, gently rolling
along the inlet, brings with it
moist cool air that intoxicates
as I hastily retreat from
the impersonal cut and paste
urban arena.
iv.
It’s nearly sunset and
the seagulls
have muffled their cries
out of respect
for what is seemingly
considered sacred
as young lovers
perched on a large rock
embracing, wait for a
fresh breeze and
the setting sun.
Honorable mention
Bronze trophy winner
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