the boardwalk

the boardwalk
with it's color and smell.
the early morning
fry of
food.
the wind
of it
in the salty air.
the stretch of a cold
blue
ocean
at our feet.
the angry sea.
the horrible blue
of sky.
I take
your hand, you take
mine.
we
move forward into
a mysterious
world
of new life,
old
life.
the frayed twine
pulling us.