Long Point
Large Rocks
Staring towards the sun
Sinking low towards the west
As I throw into the wind
I can pivot
I can turn
Just like the temperature
Sinking low
I know you brought the wind
Dragging bottom
Dragging shells
Heavy lures
Sink too fast
But fly so far
I know the problem
This day
Has dragged
Out far enough
The sun declares
With one last flash
Drag it back in
One last time
But don't drag your feet
lest you slip up that sinking slope
On your way home