the sun slips between
the ribs of the pier
a small burning secret
the ocean agrees to keep
wood remembers every tide
that touched it
every weight it held
without complaint
the light lingers
just long enough to say goodbye
as the water swallows
the last light
pretending it doesn’t hurt
The Creative Chic 
I hope there is one such tide that comes that will never recede, finding safe harbor and itself providing a steadying force for the pier. lovely words and lovely sunset capture Jennifer! Mike
Ahh a lovely comment, thank you, Michael.
Loving those first two lines. Great imagery.
Thank you 🙂
Lovely
Thank you so much