in the evening the boy on the shore frightened by the sight of the swells, looming, ugly frozen by the thousand giants menacing calling to the abyss rose and dove like Hades in choreographed desolation roiling in the swirling height, the monstrous face of the approaching night, its madcap bellow commanded the behemoths below, in sync with the deep heaving with spite, its grotesque visage snarling with glee in the a.m, strolled the weed-strewn beach slow-rolling mountains danced a blue peace and sang the mist shiny pods lie glittering on the fish-smelling sand lifted from the beast polished and painted sparkling, the boy smiled at each 10/10
The Boy on the Shore
29
Apr