We walk through twilight
towards the ocean rolling
over our bare feet, cool
sand imprinting images of two.
Thrusting moonlight crawls over
jagged rocks searching for the evil,
seagulls wipe the skies, sweeping
the stars. As the sun scratches
the horizon the dark waters turn
holy, blessing the innocent, cursing
the rest of us. Whispering winds play
behind our tattooed ears as we race
to the end of the pier, hardly breathing
the mist rises kissing our lips.
Deidre Grotbo
