karen sinclair (brighton)
I sat on the wall and just.
My mind and eyes danced to the fore
Waves of seas and souls who pranced
Was my expression
As impressionistic imprints imbedded in
Mind and sand and sea
Buckets of love and sand ebbed and flowed
Feathers flew, fled, fought for disregarded chips
And lay also
Lay as unwanted knickers on the tangerine sand
It was a knickerbocker glorious day
Of ice-cream cones and cream clad skin
Of towels, flip-flops
Sandy hands and castles
Surrounded by murky, frothy, salted streams
For once the sky held little
I was far to distracted by
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