Boxing Day Dog Walk

A man with a face like his wife left him

A kitesurfer heading out to the North Sea

Down there, a washed-up elephant’s tusk.

Dog-walkers that talk

near Half-built houses,

in the wind, the waves, the flood.

The regulation shouty man

The disobedience

A sickly, coughing dog.

Oystercatchers – one on a rock

Whilst ringed plovers prattle

On. The man and boy

Give caution the bird

Combing the beach

& I pick one exploded red balloon

(with a twirly silver tail)

From the thorn bush


Posted on December 26, 2012, in Biophilia, Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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