#2,431 Another

Mike Bell/ June 4, 2022/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

Another parade past sea-
battered huts – mine was
some-where here – All of
humanity [almost] was a
stone-throw close – bare-
chested youth kicked up
a game of football – Auld
bodies sit well-basted by
years of shirts-off & short
breaks in Spain – There is
that onshore rattle & rips
of sea gods – salt-breaths
settle – tangs – Consumer
demands forms a line for
seasonal treats – I gauge
a pebble in my palm – in-
equal form – a groping of
rubbed weight – tide-set
[it’ll re-merge in shingle]

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