Solitaire

I walk alone across a pale beach

at midnight, lit by shaky moonlight

reflected from the black ribs

of disturbed sea-shallows. A sharp breeze

beckons from the dunes; inviting warmth,

with duplicitous intent. My ease is not available

for casual enticement.

No, I seek a place of peaceful aloneness

where sloughing sand is my choice,

and possibilit...

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This beach experience has nothing to do with Yorkshire, except its name!  And yes, it does get that hot.

On Scarborough Beach

flash dry fades

        in the turn of the world,

a shield of furnace flame

    as callous sears

        your flickering city

where dance of sea-glint,

        fixed near

and cannily coast-wise

   primates gather, cower,

crouch in ...

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