And so.......(with a smile or a sigh)

 

Professorial types, gowned, stooped,

hands clasped behind their backs,

                    on the feet of their ghosts

tottering towards the sea.

Disturbed into flight,

chevron flashed, jet-sleek,

                              they blade low over the strand,

                                                              career upward,

                                                                 out over the headland

                                                                                       and are gone.

Like us,

the way our souls leave.