Pakefield Sea Front

 

 

 

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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