Steaming In
Just as if they had appeared
From inside a dark invisible tunnel,
Waves bustled into view,
Pushing on, forging a route to damp
And compacted sand.
And just like it was steamed
Up, in the wake of its funnel,
Vapour wisped from view,
Shifting back, forming a trail of spray
From perverted land...
Pete Ray
Waves forming at St Ives, Cornwall, suddenly being hampered by a strong wind from the land, lifting spray behind them like steam from engines, which were hustling to shore...
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