Gum lips the harmonica,
Sarah smiles clutching sand pebbles inbetween her toes,
the shore is fuller today
eyes anxiously await the sound
when a high whistle
saggs into a more mellow sigh,
Sarah sings a classic
here voice leaves them spellbound,
like seagulls having a teatime snack
the crowd of beachgoers surround the tin bug
kept together
by a roof rack,
Gum exhales the last note
Sarah sweeps them off their feet
with angelic soprano,
the crowd erupts
flip-flops fly
a few cry
blissful cheer
beneath sundae skies,
Gum looks at Sarah
kneels and kisses her hand.
Sunbathed and brined
buskers
dubbed;
Two Sardines in a tin can.