Friday 21 June 2024

the sea beach

the sea beach


it’s the way they come one after another

never ceasing in their gradations and alpha-ness 

screed the distance flatters the eye to see

what isn’t there 

the communication with the dead

thoughts all at sea

the tread of time’s soliloquy saying 

shush little baby 

float away 

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