toy pails and sea shells vanish
beneath the creeping waves. a tot teases
his brother. the sun bakes a leathered face.
the lonely horizon reaches
for a steamboat, but never quite feels
its gentle bow.
i picture my old self floating
with the waves. away, from the loud stereos and shorebreaks. if im lucky, i’ll meet her
at the horizon.
Mar 14, 2024
Mar 14, 2024 at 2:29 AM UTC
toy pails and sea shells vanish
beneath the creeping waves. a tot teases
his brother. the sun bakes a leathered face.
the lonely horizon reaches
for a steamboat, but never quite feels
its gentle bow.
i picture my old self floating
with the waves. away, from the loud stereos and shorebreaks. if im lucky, i’ll meet her
at the horizon.
