School in the Holidays

As I arrive, only gulls screech

Circling abandoned sands

Hopelessly hoping

For a small hand with bread

Their screeching falls

On a sheet of silence

Eerie and later golden

Rocks basking in grey

Or sunlight, rain or thunder

Saved from the soles

Of last year’s shoes

Or a picnic hamper

Littered with litter

Debris and forgotten manners

Quiet unnerves

At the edge of an ocean

Of opportunity

The shore footprint

Bare, untouched

Polished not scuffed

By hurried feet.

 

 

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