#Poem Whitewell-on-Sea

craggy spikes
the ocean throws its smell into the air
Sploosh sploosh crush crush
going on and on

Maybe it’s the nature of timelessness
that in the complete moment
you have all the potential of the future

Time stuck in cottages
Front rooms’ upholstery
clutches memories
discards the chance to grow
out of darkness
a green shoot in the open sky
The thuck thuck of your grandfather’s clock

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