Low tide renders towering conifers and the rocky shoreline
as an oil painting on the still water
Crabs scuttle over rust colored seaweed
that pops in the morning sun
Category: Poetry
Red Pepper
The news was too much to bear
She sobbed freely inside
the open window of the brick tenement
The old man beside her,
his emotionless face creased
and browned from the sun,
stared at his smoldering cigarette
The sounds of life’s ceaseless rhythm
swirled around them
Half a red pepper lay on the sill
