Beverly Beach’s waves on calm days,
Appear to que up in a rhythmic line,
If one counted the waves in minutes,
Beachcombers could almost tell the time.
Yet on any given windy day,
The que surrenders to earthy forces.
Spindrift rides behind the waves,
On the Backs of wild horses.
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