tide is receding, feet pounding on the rocky beach 

smelling of seawater and saltwater taffy

stuck in my teeth, feet stuck in the sand...


rocky road ice cream and cobblestone walkways,

mansions perched atop the oceanside cliffs,

ships with wedding-veil sails lined at the port.


i’ll build a castle for me and you

and sometime soon, we’ll plant ourselves

on the jetty, and watch the sun rise again.

  • Author: AG (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 21st, 2023 16:09
  • Comment from author about the poem: this one makes me particularly happy. newport has got to be one of my favorite places i've been to--so simple yet so amazing
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 7

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