Even in the summer,
when the bursts of transparent waves distort
the lines before you,
when they blast your face in searing walls,
how calming it is to hug the distance with a smile
and throw the world off –
how soon the stinging is forgotten by your eyes,
as the road blurs space with time and you.
Andrew Venegas
San Jose
SJSU
poetry
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