the cool night
& hobo dawn
prest a promise
the day mulls on
& in comes the naos of august
petrol spilt
on the services
yellow grid
concrete sea
~
then gulls cry in the ratine blue
&
& we take lunch
in foil & in tupperware
to the beach
now motorboats smoke their diesel
& we take lunch
in foil & in tupperware
to the beach
jellyfish & seaweed
tangled like warriors
in the wormholed sand
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