Poetry · Writing

as the tides settle

I can’t shake

the days that we made those waves

 

even as the tides settle,

will splash and will sit there and wait.

The moon will shine and the dust will settle-

in the lull will feel full

sick and tired spinning like wool

waiting-

 

is this the end? tired on the beach listening to Gamb

is this 3005? picnic and the tides still settle-

but not me, waving arms like gym class

heroes will be up late

making their own waves.

 

I can’t shake this feeling that first wave

was only the beginning- and the big one is coming.

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