Tuesday, 1 May 2012

"The Spirit of Summer"

She dances in her pure bright white bikini,

passing lightly through this cluttered, clutching seaside town,

and through my fantasies, my recollections,

of a glamorous, gold-plated yesteryear.

I fancy an ice cream right now. Perhaps a chocolate flake?

My visions of another, much less crowded beach are

swimming strongly, ever nearer,

through the sleeping sea; storm over.

I sometimes feel so lonely, even now.

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