#2,659 Seaford

Mike Bell/ April 3, 2023/ www.mikebellpoems.com

Several kilometres of concrete
& pebbles & tug of dog walkers
[digger-levelled] shingle –
a coffee cup rolls in a fixed arc
[a line loved by Eratoshenes] &
a toddler examines her stone –
a rare find –
A scattering of auld
& young perambulate along as
slow tribes –
Beach huts adorn
this straight path & keep watch
across to France with their one
eye windows –
rarely unlocked
this early
[not yet Easter] –
life’s retired bodies shuffle
for tea in a sea-facing lounge] –
watch across our cold strait of
[our arresting borders]

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