Misty darknessthe thrumbing windshield wipers
the flared "flow this way"
mark on roads that look
like arrows -- to us Americans
it sits back from the Atlantic
at the base of a stairway
an open invitation
to the Promenade
I have come to breathe
find myself once again
in the sunsets and panoramas
that inspire awe.
By Mary E. Lohan
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