published on VerseWrights 08/08/15
our arms on the rail
we stand at end
of the black night
rhythmically swaying
with wooden pier
solid, beneath bare feet
into strong bodies
the wood channels
a deep ocean swell
we look toward
the canopy of stars
and our destinies
more burning stars
for fleeting lives
than grains of sand
drifting on the ocean
it’s our footprints
the beach holds dear
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Exactly how I remember that night!