The pilot pier
Sports a light mist
Drizzle on the ground
The old men mend pots
The dredger leaves
To seek new ground.
The shipwreck
Stuck in deep sand
Its skeletal remains
Of petrified wood
Its sombre wave
To passing boats
It would sail again
If if it could.
Children play
Within the bales
Brought ashore
On yesterdays tide
The photo drenched
In black and white
Time lingers
For a while.