Beach time

 

RENOIR

 

 

Rose morning

aligned east

 

sea sound soft surf

peace turns to

 

tourist afternoon:

jet ski

 

garish colour.

 

Two doves hover

sea writhes, salty

 

tart to taste.

 

Lunchtime call

full platter, iced rose

 

tide turns, sucks

time back to me.

 

Full circle moonlight

drunks at the bar

 

crickets tumble

as I dream.

 

There’s dust

on my fingers

 

too much

salted time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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