Morning

On the street behind barriers squealing kids follow mum and dad along the boardwalk joggers jostle walkers among handholding couples. Shore spume sprints to the tideline. Sand shifts and settles unhindered by human feet and towels

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That seagulls would grieve for you, circle down as cries still wet, almost water, making the sky look for a place not asking for more salt –mourn the way a whitewashed wall is handed over though a boy in sleeves is waiting nearby with his initials around someone no longer there –stone by stone it […]

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