Pier front to the walrus
involving seagulls spreading their wings
eternity of waves crashing on decks filled with walrus
reality but a time of the waves unfastened bay.
Wave pushing the seals out in an undertow
a breeze splashing salts airs on a sandaled toe
vivid blue skies with ocean foam
every person's eye filled with a glow
Boats motioning on waves
open decks filled with nets
a breeze splashing salt air from the deck
time to store the equipment off the deck
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem