OLD ROAD TO THE SEA Comments

We have started from the shadow place
towards the sawed smell of fresh boards
on the old road to the sea.
From the lower cloud of dust
holding our glowing heads high
we were watching the upper new highway
and on its black skin the unstoppable
little houses of anxiety were gliding
that were too distant
for the freshness of the tender sea waves.
The journey continued with a frequent
clicking of the ballpoint pen
and the lonely zealous cricket
on the old road to the sea
we were waiting for a view at the end of our journey.
The view began with shabby cabins
on the unkempt city beach
and on the seafront boards were stacked for some future
boats drawn and written
in my notebook jumping
on my restless knee
that detects every pebble and slant
on the old road to the sea
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