Best Jetty Poems

The formless expanse of water meets a colorless night.
My sense of smell is heightened  in the low visibility.
I taste the churning, airborne brine.
I stop at the Jetty’s dark end.

The pull of the moon brings in the high tide,
along with the surf perch and sand...

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Let us go for a jaunt on Longport jetty
Our thin peninsula of jagged moss rocks 
Waves crash against the smooth raw surface
Blue against the slippery black
Between the cracks is danger upon each step
Will you take my hand and lift our spirits
Over the Jersey shore Sunday...

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There was that boundary
breached by a thin line,
a transparent nerve
linking two worlds.
My fingers could feel
the constant chatter
conveyed along
that tightened length,
the winds annoyance
and below, the play
of water telegraphed upwards
in a quivering morse.

I sensed 
the sweep of currents,
the movement of weed
and the passing drift
of waste shorebound
from the...

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