Seventeen
Turning off the bridge
I was welcomed by a smell of ocean and salt
as the waves were crashing down
the water cool to the touch. I was seventeen
I was admiring the dramatic sounds, the
fource, the way it crossed the sand;
I walked by it, I moved closer
until I was walking in in. I was seventeen
You couldn't see where the ocean stopped,
and where the sky began. I thought about
how the rolling waves came crashing down
over my feet. I was seventeen.
Driving, looking back to the body of blue
I watched it until it disappeared. The smell of salt
in my hair. The grains of sand in my toes.
As the sky went from blue to pink
the ocean went from large to small.
I sat there, seventeen.
Turning off the bridge
I was welcomed by a smell of ocean and salt
as the waves were crashing down
the water cool to the touch. I was seventeen
I was admiring the dramatic sounds, the
fource, the way it crossed the sand;
I walked by it, I moved closer
until I was walking in in. I was seventeen
You couldn't see where the ocean stopped,
and where the sky began. I thought about
how the rolling waves came crashing down
over my feet. I was seventeen.
Driving, looking back to the body of blue
I watched it until it disappeared. The smell of salt
in my hair. The grains of sand in my toes.
As the sky went from blue to pink
the ocean went from large to small.
I sat there, seventeen.