hot pink spray paint marks along the sea wall. i want to watch it erode beyond the fences, beyond the new bicycle path, now the shared pedestrian bicycle path, by the highway as the old pedestrian bicycle path is left to disintegrate beyond the fence, i want to see how the sea reclaims the shore, how i fear what the pink spray paint marks mean. i wonder in the breathing space what the rising sea and the crumbling sea walls will come to mean.