In The Summertime


There was one,
There was two.
There were plenty more.
Thrashing about,
The wet sandy shore.
An epitath of parts,
Entwined to a silky mass…

And all I could do,
Was think of you.
Smile to myself,
And laugh.

A break,
A pause… or something more?
We’ll leave it there,
Just like before.