The end of the pier. Caught between tides, held breath of slack water. Rib cage carcasses of skeleton boats, neither rising or falling, but sinking like everything else here. Ancient oyster shells scatter the shore, the ears of old men listening for the pull of the moon.
I love this !!! That’s all
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“the mammoth ears of old men listening for the pull of the moon” . . . your use of words competes with your image. Maybe “compete” isn’t the right word.
Anyhows, always engaging.
Interesting…:)