tenby
in the enfolding of colour
the sky becomes the people
that flow to the sea
becalms the day as
the people stay those cornered ways
saying it’s around this way or is it that
the bandstand stands on the cannon’s
view as caldey draws down a gull’s drifting
resting on a balustrade of every afternoon
that the night’s harbour wall will tether
beneath the clock’s softly moon
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