So many old rocks
sit idly near the shore.
Patiently they bear
the battering of waves
and the build-up of salt
and the perch of seagulls.
No wonder they’ve lost
the sharp edges of youth.
Central Coast
So many old rocks
sit idly near the shore.
Patiently they bear
the battering of waves
and the build-up of salt
and the perch of seagulls.
No wonder they’ve lost
the sharp edges of youth.
A Different Kind Of Speaking 