I sit along the water's edge watching
the darkening tides begin rolling in,
as the quiet pale moonlight shivers still
upon caressing early evening waves.
No gallant screams, from the lurking seagulls
circling over, for a fast food handout.
life takes no notice of an empty beach,
I hear beneath the moonlit tides, a sea.
My mind traces the crowds at day, to roam
along the narrows, where the poor men stroll.
In lines for soup and bread, a meal that's hot.
Served by thankless good souls, distilled in time.
The water laps greedily the loose sand
remembering cradles rocking so unplanned.
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