A Shore
The drops of ocean
blend into the salty winds,
and the sea gulls cry.
Clouds hang heavy, low,
like Summer moons the color
of the nibbling gulls,
and the opaque waves
swirl around the bare, calloused
feet, the sand sucking.
Mountainous rocks, coal-
black, are wet from the rising
tide. Wedding white bursts.
✨ : (based on what I’ve searched)
