Down by the sea where the marram grass grows there's a ******* the beach in a rusting boat with a tablecloth sail and it's rudder broke and her eyes are an ocean wide..
This morning at daybreak and half awake still he bundled his memories on to a stretcher and carried them up atop Cothelstone hill and sorted them through for the moment he met her;
the memories bandaged, the ones with bruised limbs, he laid on the heather like hospital beds but the one of their first kiss he threw to the wind and asked the wind's help for to help him forget..