listening to the sea

times I’ve lain here

listening to the sea

feeling the waves

I’d surfed today

moving me still

mind pictures of a wave

backlit by sun as three tuna

arced in & I dived deeper

under canvas (nylon)

as the rain pattered

hoping this was leakproof

under tarpaulin with friends

no money & miles to get home

with people I wished

I had never brought here

their ghosts now to stink the place up

in a camper laughing

as the rain hit the roof

thinking how times alters life

windows open listening

to the sea

some things

they never change

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