Half-Beat

Slow down, almost to a stop

No please, keep walking

Kick the pebble, with nonchalance

From the tar-macadam pavement

Onto the miserable dried-out grass verge

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Rain And Sun And Rain And Sun And: Love Of Seedlings In Flight

Duty Free

Polished tiles bounce the silence

Amplify & amplify again

The still sounds of nothing

Except the smile

Of the small boys excitement

As his father

Shows him the big aeroplanes

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Out of Sun

Pebbles picked
Picked & inspected
By the young woman
In azure-blue bikini

Pebbles picked
Picked & inspected
As though all of life itself
Had been washed ashore

Easy to be romantic
Blue sky, gentle waves
Reflected warmth, from
Worn-away sandstone pillars

In the speedboats jet-stream
Hang the plumes of destiny
A race of sorts
From here to there, or thereabouts

One deep and final breath
Beneath the Faberge shade
Negligence would be, would it not
To be unfaithful to beauty & love

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Ocean

As you edge in

You also edge out

Take steady steps

To gather a focus

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Shaded Steps

Many times before & once again
Sky blue, blue white
Deepest blue
An ink line of horizon

Lesser blues, on their way
To the fond greens of the Atlantic Ocean
Past the canary yellow buoys
& the purer whites of the speedboats

Which momentarily create a spray
Whose colour is no more
Than the colour of clear water
Blasted into suspension

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