Yard Sale of Thoughts

A tiger lurks out at sea,
a sunrise Balinese. 
Stripes in sand,
black than orange, 
a day out of reach.
Dangerous, portent, 
each with different markings. 

Wait for a glimpse 
before it treks 
into the misty horizon,
elusive and ready to ambush.
As spider boats 
skim surface,
and orange and tan rocks
warm the jetty island.

A person might dream
to be king of his or her own jungle
for just a moment in the soft
and inky sand.

But dreamers take note: 
When surfing, snorkeling 
or out for a float,
there's only so much room
on the boat;
the sea is cutthroat. 

©2025|K.F.Hartless

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GloPoWriMo#17: I spent the day at sea, and so I had to reel in this poem for today’s offering. It’s a bit rough around the edges, but I do hope you enjoy it. Cheers!