Ships
By dylan
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
- 330 reads
Arrange the scene
of a seaside town
with onion air
where narrow streets
of sea shell shades
and fish shops bulge
with staring eyes
and sea gulls scream
obscenties
and sawdust restaurants
stretch on and on
to the chaos
of a fair
the shouts and screams
and two-for-a pound
and unbearable
shapeless music everywhere.
And reach the beach
at least, where
the sun slowly bakes the sand
and where
he slowly takes her hand
to journey to this end and now
is as it should be.
Through browning bathers
the afternoon sleeps peacefully
past cunning sand-castles
where sky and sea
and Fife are one
gradually they become
Something new...
Someone else...
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