Sky pools fill the salt Lizzie,(a good vehicle for gas crises)and we drive to restaurants hungwith strings of red and green chili peppersI smell curry and coriander, cherriesand clergy people – the wet grassstill clings to witch

the wind arcs up , whuffing over my ears – flip flops slap gazebo steps my kids want an ice cream cone and I want a Dixie Dog, its sharp cheddar cheese and sweet relish twenty years ago, I craved Brie on whole grain bread

I began my quest at the shore beneath the feet of ladies perched in lawn chairs on the sea wall, queens opposite agate

I walk the promenade to the end of the jetty sit down to dangle naked legs to unwrap your love from the handkerchief I shoved in my pocket long ago the gold of vanquished armies ripples away on the hour leaving almond green hollows & tins