Breakfast

steaming hides abound –
tractors speed deafeningly fast
clutching breakfast

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Where’s the Beef?

Town living is a blessing.
I can walk almost everywhere;
the shops, chemist and to bingo.
But a house right on the
High Street is not without issues.

It’s dark, it’s after ten PM
and my door bell rings.
Local kids are bored again.
Playing “knock and run”.
But without any actual running.

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Starfish

starfish wrestling –
waves clinking at bared feet
soothing pebble sores

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