Waves

Waves
pounding
undulate.
Rolling thunder,
reverberating
Across the expanse of
some sandy beach that glitters
in the fading twilight of eve.
Seabirds dip their beaks into breakers
that rush forward to greet the waiting shore.

Like tiny urchins scrambling for food,
little crabs scurry to beat the surf
to their nesting spots as egrets
survey the scene with disdain.
Rocks wade in at tide’s edge
their feet covered in
slimy seaweed
and crusty
creatures.
Wet.

Derelict

Old,
weathered
derelict
jutting up from
the dry Texas dirt,
left to rust in the sun
like some giant iron egret.
It stands silent as it casts a
hulking shadow over the landscape.
Once a symbol of money and power.

It has become an ancient Colossus,
squatting like an abandoned relic.
A forgotten monstrosity…
oily, decrepit, tarnished.
No longer relevant,
an antique with no
possible chance
for life in
better
times.