It's Still Life

Pier’s End

A boy jumps into briny fumes
at the end of the pier, past
the old Brighton Rock shop,

where dissolved sea salt
is a hollow sound of wind,
and where calliope tunes

and foam
mix with past tides
on the pebble beach,

and seagulls juggle the air.

Written for Unicorn Challenge . This took on a direction of its own liking. Sometimes that happens. AI Digital Artwork is my own, created using AI Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.