He was, I know, a lonely soul; We’d see him on this beach At sunrise — fumbling, unsure — And whistling to the gulls, Just whistling to the gulls A gray man of uncertain years Who lived we-knew-not where; At sunrise, mumbling and vague, His eyes towards the ground, His eyes towards the ground In years of latency, and hard The rains would come, The rains would go, He struggled vainly, Reaching for Or searching for Or longing for — He was my brother, as are all Just stumbling on the beach: The gulls cry out, no one replies, The sun peeks over lonely skies, Just missing her lost friend, She’s missing her lost friend
… a lonely soul
lifeguard house on the sand at a peaceful beach without guard or people at the sunset hour. The sun is behind the roof of the lifeguard station projecting shadow on the sand. lack and white photo
