I sat at the harbour,
swinging my feet over the deck.
Long
whisps of smoke tickled my toes while
my skin bruised with
teethmarks from the biting cold

The sun
set afar. The long gnarly
fingernails of the sea held on to it
refusing to let it sink
as if life - depended on it.

I sat there
watching the green hue of the
dull sky contrast sharply with
the red stain the sun left
and
thought of you
somewhere -
thinking of me