Coast into the sunset.
The sea gulls cry out one last time,
Swooping down to scavenge.
Down the beach, a campfire blazes.
The water rolls up on the shore.
Fishermen bring in their nets,
After a day’s work is done.
A young boy in a straw hat
Reels in his fishing pole,
Closes his tackle box,
Picks up his bucket of fish,
And heads home in the dimming light.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 