the beach
Location
the overcast sea smells
of cocoa butter and salt
warm air floating heavy and
a dead bird on the ground.
the streets are clear and gray
summertime is over and
the beach house windows are black
the waves crashing slowly.
Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741