sunrise hwy

pine needle trails
the sun releases
bookmarks upon
my white sands youth
empty fields replaced
but the sea escapes, east
take refuge on the rocks
south, near the ditch
their scars match ours
wood frame, poured concrete
this story is old, too old
we're just the latest victims
the waves repeat, deplete
the white sands, retreat
the end.

©2008 Sean Muzzy