Walking The Seawall
The horizon shines with a faint glint
Chilly winter wind
wrinkles the gray water.
A rhythmic shush matches
the advance of foamy parallel curls.
Marching bands of gulls
play in one-note, reed tone symphony.
Strange pink blocks of granite
hold firm to the base of the seawall.
Moist salty air seeps into every crevice,
condensing, drips from cool surfaces.
New construction on battered buildings
marks the passing of hurricane season.
More light colors this mural.
I turn to play the scene in reverse.