The air grew cold - bare legged visitors shivered on the esplanade -
Moment by moment, the seaside town was steeped in strangeness -
Wraiths swirled through the arcade - buildings became palaces of smoke -
When I left the meeting, two hours later, I heard the sound of the invisible sea - street lamps spun balls of light -
I wore a crown of vapour - my footsteps took me to the edge of the world -
21.30
Thursday 9 April 2015
Swanage
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