Last week in February.
No sign of storm, Doris.
(It's just Doris!)
Only wave-sound sieves through
pinewoods riding old dune ridges.
Wells-Next-The-Sea.
Quintessential beach huts line,
pines at their backs
balustrades posing
front of painted slats.
Row of seven empty deckchairs presiding
over buckets and spades,
and sand disturbed.
If we analyse the oxygen,
we may be able to say
that there is animal life -
though mostly mollusk.
