Sitting on the quay
A youngster with his cig
Watches the busy ships
In sync with water's sway
He doesn’t know the moon
Or how it pulls the tides
Never knew its need to pose
With second-hand light
But he loves the flood
For it reminds
That after daily drama
There is order in the night.
Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 7:21 PM UTC
Sitting on the quay
A youngster with his cig
Watches the busy ships
In sync with water's sway
He doesn’t know the moon
Or how it pulls the tides
Never knew its need to pose
With second-hand light
But he loves the flood
For it reminds
That after daily drama
There is order in the night.
A poem about none and everyone
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