Love Letters In The Sand

Relief as the darkness enfolds.

The edge of a strange planet where white waves roll in,
a sheen on the sea, obsidian.

Wisps of milky cloud, bright lights in a flotilla, spangle that delineate the pier. 

The bright lights of the pier are my grandparents.

The sand whitens as I close in on the promenade,
reaches the top of the sea wall, almost buries a bench,
the bunch of red roses still in their cellophane sheath.

Published by Jonathan Chant

Writer

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