the limelight
rises as a curtain on
the end of the pier show
an audience mumbles
it’s starting
the curtain lifts
not to be missed
the mist from a genie’s lamp
transports a magic carpet
sand coloured a bay gallops
imagine now the ships
the oysters the smugglers
the plot thickens
listen listen
the foghorn knows
listen
shhhh
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