We sipped Ocean's coffee with Jay and Bridget -
I felt the vague zinging of far off London electricity -
White yachts were anchored close to the warm shore -
The tide was falling -
We'd walked from Old Harry to South Beach -
As we sat, listening to the small waves, I thought of Bloomsbury -
The austere squares -
The plane trees -
The fountain in the darkness -
The moon framed in an attic window -
Friday 19 April 2019
South Beach
Studland
Dorset
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