One day Summer-- Shingle shards
dig deep into
tanned back.
Alone with the
pages browned
by age and
the sea mist
that drifts
along Seaside
into my
open window ----
Moonraker.
--- Time to swim
before the call
and clamour.
I miss the
solitary days
on the beach
below the
Holywell Beach Huts.
--- In the quiet days
at the end of
the affair.
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