Beach time





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.