Day in the life of a Poet (August 2020)

West Pier

-- Honestly though,

I’ve seen better days

we all have.

Worn and forlorn.

--- the channel 

salt corrodes and 

public neglect 

is all pervading.

I dream of the 

gold days, bank 

holiday weekends,

sad and beautiful

women walking 

down my spine.

-- I was the pride 

of Sussex. 

---- These 

days I stare at the

distant French coast

and dream of 

Calvados and 

sand at my feet.