Summer Accident

Frightened in the blue dark salt sea

his heart fails and the boy dies

face downward.

In the distance of shambling breakers

a fisherman's shipwreck from another horrendous day

lies on its stubborn side

hardly swayed by the voluminous wave.

Seagulls make rhymes of themselves in the air.

Shall I ask what am I?

Shall I estimate myself by this fact?

Or shall I forget myself before I am forgotten?