My eyes are closed Up the hill over the dunes The man in the caravan park is blowing leaves 🍃 I tuned into him ten minutes ago Though I’ve got him on the down low To my right two boys are shrieking and poking a helpless jelly fish Marooned by the tide I want to […]
He is small and lean Gun smoke hair Brown legs White Zink cream strip slants sideways Over his nose Bright green rashie shirt And boardies that dangle About his non existent bum He strides like a lion A pacing wolf Into the waves Board aloft Tucked under his arm He smacks it down on the […]
Lovers Strangers Friends Low Tide December Hot Bright Shiney
