Driftwood Fires — Image by kenne
birds fly high
footprints disappear
under the tide
shadows move
the sun sets
you groove
on down the shore
where good people
go looking for armour
driftwood fires
the song of water
nature’s choir
stars above
provides direction
for the lonely gulls
the silent nights
amplify the waves
passing ship lights
girls and boys spoon
embracing as they
jump over the moon.
— kenne
