Not Long Left
Watching The Sea Inland - Poem by Not Long Left
The tide of children floods
the short term settled streets
Later as the tide goes in
all is left is thier discarded treats.
The waves of workers comes
crashing down upon the cemented shore
They die down after nine o'clock
and return weaker shortly after four.
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