Beach Walk
Pilchards
leaf litter the sand
sea horse shapes that curl and pike.
There has been a storm
so bruised-eye shell fish
loll
their pink flesh protrusions
seeking salt.
Stranded sea grasses perform a benign ark.
Bundled birds
clump.
One's tight brown eye interprets help as torture.
We put it out
of its misery
and into ours.
Emptied of philosophical observation, we continue
past a tractor tyre - ridged like a tart
a bucket - blue as a toilet flush.
We turn back
watch
the tide
recede
leaving a silvery track
as if a monstrous snail has passed.
"Mike" Michael L. Baird [CC-BY-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
File:A Mother Daughter team (presumably) walk barefoot together on the beach.jpg
