Hermit sits in his cave
And watches the oceans tide come in.
Dashed upon the rocks, a boat,
Splintered and rotting.
Tangled and wild, his beard
Matches his eyes, staring straight ahead.
The sun is setting.
Orange and pink and gold are replaced
With black.
There is no moon tonight.
*Note*
This poem was written in an english class after the poem A Dream Deferred, by Langston Hughes.