It is worst
In winter
That's when we catch the storms
Blustery
Unpredictable
Who's to say what we should consider norms?
'Cause those waves
Can't be tamed
Can't be riprapped or jettied into servitude
If you're left
After they've departed
Stand face to face with nature
As if totally nude
Feel the tide creep
All around your toes
Sand dissolving from
Under your feet
When all the land
In liquefaction
Agitated
Running inland
Our utopia was a washout