Windsurfers

There's a sharp wind blowing,

cracking the sea and

smashing it on the shore

and riding through the ruins

are the kite surfers pulled by nets

that catch the wind,

bending from its weight;

but it always slips away

so when the fishing's finished

the empty nets collapse,

and have nothing now to show

for all the work they did

or all the wind they caught.

All that's left are memories

stuck in the folded fabric

with grains of sand and salt.

There's a sharp wind blowing,<br />
cracking the sea and<br />
smashing it on the shore<br />
and riding through the ruins<br />
are the kite surfers pulled by nets<br />
that catch the wind,<br />
bending from its weight;<br />
but it always slips away<br />
so when the fishing's finished<br />
the empty nets collapse,  <br />
and have nothing now to show<br />
for  all the work they did<br />
or all the wind they caught.<br />
All that's left are memories<br />
stuck in the folded fabric<br />
with grains of sand and salt.