What will happen to forlorn coastal towns
With their beige stone houses and discoloured posters?
They are like used coasters on the map of England.
The brown stains of time encircling their existence.
The beaches beg company,
The dunes overdue courting couples,
And their reeds bouncing dutifully in the wind for no one to see.
If sadness needed a place to retire,
We fear we may have found it.
C.P.S courtesy of inside Shadows protected by copyright 2013
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