Reculver
Sylvia and Paul
Are enormous and near each other
But kind of as bits of landscape
In a deep Roman afternoon marble sleep
Yet underfoot
His ramp inclines robot hands
Salty and fringed with clean green moss
And Sylvias passive open eye
is a blue elliptical pool
On whose rim three underage girls
Pierce with dead give-away bamboo rods
But out at the mean low tide mark
A posed man figure
Is burying the old people in this Perspex cafe
They think hes an overgrown schoolboy
Digging the ramparts of a giant sandcastle
15th June 2000
Travelogues
Wednesday, 21 January 2009
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