Featured Leisure Short Stories

Breakwater

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The water slides to the horizon
Solid as a slate blue tile
Ending harshly at the razor sharp division
Between ocean and sky

The sky behind me
About to weep
Pushes bruise colored clouds
Ahead of a wind I have yet to meet

There were things that you once whispered
That I now hear so clearly
Out here alone
On a pier