the look-out-tower
where crows feed

short daylight
skims the sea

darkness eats
us all for 4 o'clock tea.

wringing out experiences
-the bottom of all barrels

now a dried up river
-cut off from the sea..

The sky is gray,
And the clouds are low.
The winds are chilly,
And traffic is slow.
I'm still kicking,
But my heart beat, I no longer know.
I'm missing the sea,
I'm missing home.
I want to see,
The salty waves as I roam.
My love is buried in the sand,
Too bad.
Guess I'm leaving off this morning,
Feeling sad.

eased into the day-suit
legs swinging for feet to take the strain

-you breathe your day-breath
and go at it one more time.

a day creeps into unwelcome eyes
-with stealth and promises
-winkled out of the night