Desolate on a winter night
The sea roars on
I never expected this sight
The boardwalk gone.
Naked sentinels of stone
Beside the sea.
Rough pillars bereft and alone
Speak to me:
The winds of God move as He wills.
Sands shift and change
The ocean's waves He moves, He stills;
The Rock remains.
(1/6/12 Rockaway Beach)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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