there’s nothing so sad
as a pub with no beer
Slim says
but
an empty beach
is most beautiful
I think
seagulls stroll free
from shrieking hands
bluebottles do the backstroke
in an open sea
the sun purports no purpose, least of all
to boil folks, and
the sand relaxes
with no weight
upon it
while a person curls like a mollusc
on a concrete step cordoned off.
KAVITA NANDAN
Randwick, NSW
