Fiction · Writing

Threshold

Standing on a pier looking out-

Seagulls crying to another

waves crashing against the rocks and

wood below.

Youth’s flying kites and running along

the sand leaving behind encrusted

prints of where they have been.

Couples slow placing, looking

for the best lighting to share

their pure happiness. Tourist

with their cameras hurrying

to not miss a site. 

The man on the pier see’s it all.

Looking down six feet below to 

the roaring waves and jumps.

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