The Dock
By Rachel Dynkin
I go to hear the whisper
Of wind and crashing waves
For I’m a lonely drifter
In G-d’s majestic caves
I salt the salty water
With tears of melancholy.
My face slowly gets hotter
As rage engulfs my body.
The world’s a paradoxical and very messed up place
The dock is where I ponder all that’s good and true,
And all the pandemonium that we must always face,
But most of all the dock is where I think of you.
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