Whether feeling the wind beneath your wings
or inhaling the salty air,
the coast and port leave no retort,
too mystical to compare.
The grass and trees extend
to a point of sudden stop,
where sand and stone make their home
and critters hide in rocks.
The shore is lined with black & whites
and minerals of all kinds,
rushing waves advance for days,
then settle in due time.
Follow the planks stretched outward,
allotted spots and dots,
gulls aloft leave forget-me-nots,
but we’d rather they did not.
Massive metal constructs
you’d think should sink and never swim,
float and skim on…
Freelancer, mediocre chef, and the guy telling you to go to the gym more often than he’s willing. I enjoy writing haikus, tell me what they mean to you.