Stumbling down the Long Beach pier
half washed away by summer storm.
Gone are the drunks who'd come to leer,
stumbling. Down the Long Beach pier,
with unsure steps we tread for fear
of falling from its ragged form,
stumbling down. The Long Beach pier—
half washed away, by summer storm.
Topic(s) of this poem: beach, summer
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