Black waves fly
across the harbors’ pier
catching them with my eye
on basalt stones so near
across the harbors’ pier
catching them with my eye
on basalt stones so near
No wave the same
on waters’ edge
knowing the flame
but feeling this wedge
on waters’ edge
knowing the flame
but feeling this wedge
The power of the ocean
is hammered in my brain
rocking with emotion
retirement is insane
is hammered in my brain
rocking with emotion
retirement is insane