I’ve walked on moonlit beaches and felt the sand between my toes
listening to the breakers as they crashed upon the land.
I’ve searched among the stars for patterns rather grand
and felt your warmth and happiness as you held my hand.
In the early morning watched the gulls and gannets dive
for scraps in the wake of aging trawlers’ nets
scrapping the ocean’s bottom while trawling in sheltered inlets
plundering the sea’s resources without any regrets.
I saw drunken sailors by the seashore sipping sunsets
perched on rusting benches on uneven cobble stones
hard work on the trawlers sends arthritis through their bones
they remember fleeting passion and forget the unknowns.
with Penny Harrington 1/12/18
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