Cambria Constitutional

I meander along a primitive bluff trail. The morning is sunny.
Pelicans rise and soar above flowering headlands.
A fat squirrel forages for seed among purple daisies.

Today is windless; incoming surf calmer.
Far shreds of fading fog skid across clear horizons.
Giant white egrets pick golden grasses for juicy morsels.

Dog walkers and locals leisurely stroll,
congregate to gossip upon driftwood benches.
Everywhere else, it’s another stressed Monday.

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