Down On the Pier

(July 1977)

Past the gate,
Up the walk way.
Forward.
Walking.
Advancing slowly.

Her and I.
Hand in hand.
Watching the sea,
As well as each other.
Quiet.

Waves,
Crashing over the wall.
Spraying us.
Wet,
But we don’t care.

Onward,
In the distance,
begging gulls.
Crying,
As they take flight.

The end-most of the pier.
We sit on the edge.
Watching a busy world.
It passes
And we don’t care.

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About Tom Darby

French-born, American-raised, U.S. citizen, husband, father, friend, veteran, and writer.
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