Thursday, December 29, 2011

zaca ninety-nine

Were we at our peril
In our silly fiberglass floats
A mile off the coast of Zacatito
Gallivanting among the seagod whales
And their bright plumes of exhale?
Probably not,
But certain we could not be,
And such brinksmanship
Easily translated into high adventure.

-w/ Bill, Baja 1999

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