It hammers. It hollers. It’s a rage of white tigers, a pack on the hunt
It gouges. It grinds. Strips sand from the shoreline and flesh from your bones
Your feet feel the shred and the suck, crest-curl-undertow, shaking the breakwater
It rips a rip-tide all along the coast, boat-tosser, slam bang, spurts from the clifftop like spouting whales
Makes opihi pickers run for their lives
It’ll drag you and drown you, shake, shatter and roll you
It throws spindrift half a mile inland, salt-glaze your windshield, lick your lips and taste it
It’ll chew you and spit you, slap you and hit you, sing about tradewinds and batter you to bits
It’s a shouter, a braggart, a wall of green thunder, a stone-splitting giant with black sand for teeth
A wind-driven, moon-hooked, gnasher at the world’s edge, a brass band Hallelujah in the world’s biggest church.
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Beautiful!
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