Rip Tide

August 3, 2016 at 9:25 am (Poems, sociology, Stories) (, , , , )

The tide tipped and turned
Sweep-blow-draining all away.
One cafe remains.

 

One broken cup man
orders customary chips
and consults his stars.

 

His hopeful soul
hangs loose in the empty bay
waiting for a wave.

 

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1 Comment

  1. nobodysreadingme said,

    One of your bleaker efforts, but still with a tad of optimism.

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