the curve of the beach
is outlined in a murky red today
the kelp has turned in the heat
on the sand the little *****
make little spheres and bubbles
where the damp meets dry
a sandcastle slowly loses form
as the wind takes it away
grain by grain
on the rocks three kids clamber
shouting and pointing poking sticks
into the pooled worlds
up on the grass, sit two old gents
and the clamour of seagulls that
are being fed skerricks of fat golden chips
i stand admist all this feet in the water
work pants rolled up, shirt tails out
breathing in the saltspray
looking to the horizon
as it begins to colour the evening sky
at my feet swirl ribbons of red brown kelp
it has been an unseasonably hot summer
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 2:39 AM UTC
the curve of the beach
is outlined in a murky red today
the kelp has turned in the heat
on the sand the little *****
make little spheres and bubbles
where the damp meets dry
a sandcastle slowly loses form
as the wind takes it away
grain by grain
on the rocks three kids clamber
shouting and pointing poking sticks
into the pooled worlds
up on the grass, sit two old gents
and the clamour of seagulls that
are being fed skerricks of fat golden chips
i stand admist all this feet in the water
work pants rolled up, shirt tails out
breathing in the saltspray
looking to the horizon
as it begins to colour the evening sky
at my feet swirl ribbons of red brown kelp
it has been an unseasonably hot summer
made a detour on the way home.....first day back to work.......
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