Let's meet by the bay,
Come a little after twelve.
Bring all your ugly and beautiful,
I'll bring my colours as well.
We'll burn sorrow on a bonfire,
Sticking lament up a pole.
The waves may come for us,
But we'll have each other to hold.
This black canvas we'll ignite,
Friday, September 14, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: ocean