New Year’s by the Sea

The boiling sea stews the bones of the sunset
No one knows who this soup is for

My room faces the water
All night, I see fireworks draw prayers in the sky

A lighthouse by the sea has no chance to meditate
When boats go blind, it’s got to toss them bright ropes

I left footprints in the sand like I was grateful for something
Right – if it’s spring, we can save on depression

Spinning Top

It disdains caution