We don't see the ocean, not ever, but in July and August when the worst heat seems to rise from the hard clay of this valley, you could be walking through a fig orchard when suddenly the wind cools and for a moment you get a whiff of salt, and in that moment you can almost believe something is waiting beyond
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Recorded on February 23, 1978. From the Academy of American Poets Archive.
A New Day (audio only)
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