#2,659 Seaford
Several kilometres of concrete
& pebbles & tug of dog walkers
‘bove
[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] –
See
life’s retired bodies shuffle
[off
for tea in a sea-facing lounge] –
watch across our cold strait of
waters
[our arresting borders]