sand, not sun, nor smells of sea,
laughter sounds - no children's glee,
whims of fancy, tourist traps,
cream oils, no wide rim hats,
these I see today.
tinted shades, no heated glare,
postcards home but I was there,
memory could there be to make,
Lay to rest this fisherman's’ wake?
words or rhyme could surely say!
canvass, fishing wire,
spike of metal for a spire,
of nothing - laid to waste,
made cast off - how it baits.
grasping in the wind;
Coastal a melody dimmed.
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