Pretentious Poems

Sonnet 1

You see it as easy as deciduous trees        

Not to close to what some might call brine

But close enough to feel the ocean breeze

The feeling of wind through your hair is divine

The lone stoplight feels fright as cars drive by

It feels as if our world ends outside the limits

For these feelings upon you can not deny

Many do not leave until the last minute

'Till night falls upon our departure

I hope to be placed with the lucky few

Who are there until water reaches the harbor

And they are pulled all the way through

Hope is spread through thin

For those lines we cannot begin