Thinking about the poet ...

After swimming, we ate ginger snaps - 

An Amazon crewed an ice cream boat - 

My crocked back was better - 

I sat in the Southsea Deckchair - 

I thought about the poet in his dark suit - 

His first wife - 

The bridge across the river - 

The sun was lower in the sky - 

Words were like sharp beaked birds - 

I wondered if I should wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled - 

16.30

Monday 3 September 2018

South Beach

Studland 

Dorset