Looking out to sea
The waiter asks if I am from England
Then adds London?
I say yes, but no
Then add; Lincolnshire
Fifteen minutes to the sea
Though on reflection I ought to have said:
Lincolnshire actually
Like the London poet
Reprimanded in his camper van
For going too slow in New York State
The breeze carries
The wave’s shimmers
Drift out to the horizon
Or perhaps the magnetism
At the tip of the surf
Attracts the zephyr winds
The guy with the cigarettes
Takes two cigarettes
In a casual, couples fashion
Was it such a good idea
All those years ago
To give up smoking
Also to cease conversation
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