LOST

Existing in this place of our
Feeling lost in this seasonal town
Seaside blues throughout the winter months
Cold cold mornings with our icicle tans

Lost candy frost shimmers in the morning dew
As the seagulls caw in garbage bag displays
The black cat prowls for last season's bird
And grey cloud hues like summers lemonade

I view Sahara beaches 
And dead seaweed abandoned pools
As the salted sea freezes frost bitten paws

For I am forgotten and

Lost.