The pier is grey with silver slivers
Dark with verdant damp at the waterline
A lonely sentinel guarding the cove.
Scrubby marsh grass waves in the late afternoon breeze
Salt tang hangs in the air and encrusts the pilings
The blood red sun sinks slowly, swallowed by a slate-caked sea
Sunday, April 19, 2009
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