What the Tide Left
The sun shone bright.
Cool winds swept waves across the rocks.
A trail of shining anchovies, left behind.
Even beauty fades.
Still—the day warms me.
Soft in the inevitable.
The sun shone bright.
Cool winds swept waves across the rocks.
A trail of shining anchovies, left behind.
Even beauty fades.
Still—the day warms me.
Soft in the inevitable.