I want to go to the beach today – to my beach.
I want some normality, a bit of ‘back to reality,’
But the sun sparkles off metal roofs;
Glinting scales on a dragon’s back.
Cars and caravans curl around the coast;
Hoarding it like stolen gold.
And so I crawl past quietly,
Leaving it to those fo…
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