Waves.
Waves walking towards me as
I sit drinking tea at a pub by the sea
Thinking about fish running beneath the surface of the
Milky swirl of the tea as I swish my teaspoon around
Making whirlpools
Kites ripple and twirl around in the sea
Sailing boats fly overhead wrapped up
In seaweed
And wind turbines grow like regal flowers
Up through the gaps between the wooden planks
Of the table soaked in an ocean of tea
Feeding on the scatterings of brown cappuccino sugar
Left behind by a bleating sheep
Who abandoned pub-garden confinement
To bite and grind chunks of reinforced concrete
From the gravestones
Of recent arrivals.
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