Saturday, May 12, 2018

Napalm.


            
           (a poem about distance)


            Nice to feel the sun on your back,
            cool yourself down in the sea;
            watch the girls on the beach:
            beautiful bodies.

            Nice too, the sounds of the seaside:
            a speed-boat buzzing, 
            the tide washing onto the sand,
            children screaming.

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