Sunday beach


Sunday beach

& BBQ’s tumble

from the street


the mountains

pour green velvet

in a world of


sunburnt sea

blue to blue

darker where


sea grass

floats like

turtle hair.


I battle with

my body: ask it

to behave


when all it


is sleep


like sickness.


Here first world

tourists pile fat

on grease


munching their

way through



I marinate

today’s catch

while frigate bird




We are


with complexity


in this simple

world, we touch,

we change:


& never for

the better.

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