Bright blue sea floating of gigantic, ghostly engines
Birds at flight horizontally, parallel to the blue sky.
Islands far as the eyes can see
Saltwater clashing upon the docks wildly
And the sunsets while the fishermen are at bay,
white and blue lines glide on the ocean waves
observing each current as each engine takes to the inlet,
And the unpleasant smell of fish from boats delivered for today.
written by Feon Davis