at dawn

we sit on     the docks 
waves pushing     and pulling 
     against the pier 
          coming and going 
     as we lose all our days 
tomorrows and     todays 
years     and years  
     lead us here, 
          all testament to     our loneliness craze.

Poetry and photography by Hazel J. Hall.

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