under the boardwalk ...
under the boardwalk
the dawn
drifts in from the east
and spills tea-stained streams of light
around caterpillar legs
that creep out to sea
as night curls slowly into another day
it's summer's end
and almost cold
as sprays of mist
wash over the quiet pier
and form icicles of sea salt
that drip into pools of white foam
billowing like teardrop clouds
then quickly dissolving
in the eddies encircling firm and resolute timbers
with immovable feet
fixed forever in clay
it is here that lovers embrace
and mimic such steadfast constancy
while others meet for the briefest moment
then turn from one another
and so easily walk away
the dawn
drifts in from the east
and spills tea-stained streams of light
around caterpillar legs
that creep out to sea
as night curls slowly into another day
it's summer's end
and almost cold
as sprays of mist
wash over the quiet pier
and form icicles of sea salt
that drip into pools of white foam
billowing like teardrop clouds
then quickly dissolving
in the eddies encircling firm and resolute timbers
with immovable feet
fixed forever in clay
it is here that lovers embrace
and mimic such steadfast constancy
while others meet for the briefest moment
then turn from one another
and so easily walk away
