tenby on a summer day
tenby
it sits there in all its whimsy
curled like a cat in the sunshine
on pastel-coloured cushions
archwayed and sloped
tea in curtained windows
watching the gulled tide turn
rattle me a yacht or
follow a chained wall
to icecream by the bandstand
the scent of far away caldey
like a dream
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