#Poem Kathy’s Caravan

Metal bangles rattle
slide up and down
wrist to elbow
We sit, squashed on a vinyl-padded bench
wedged between wobbly table and window
squeaking tacky plastic
but mostly talking

Your summery black and flowery satin
first set beside windblown sand drifts
splots of grass-weed, anonymous hedge
gentle echo of voices and cars
thussh, thussh, of the ocean
dispelled my madness

Inside, our naïve talk is OK
It’s OK – for hours

your kiss is sweet and childish
your fingertips on my face


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