Mon Oct 15 07:29:53 UTC 2007
Remembered

memory washing up against the shores of a forgotten april
crashing against pebbles, against concrete groynes
driven to wildness by a norfolk wind, north-sea cold and
from what distant sea-reaches has it come?
from what cold depths, and lengths of ocean, depth of thought?
battering a remembered coast line, north norfolk no longer
just the teaming pebbles of thought
the crashing waves of memory
a southern october spring, a whisp of sea air,
a gothic beach hut in the mind
not forgotten, not entirely, not yet

just
the remains of a sunset walk on heacham beach
the cry of gulls by hunstanton way
resort lights fading with the dusk
a memory of things that never happened,
not really, not yet

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