Friday, 8 January 2010


On the beach we sit, him and me,
watching his brother skim stones
upon the sea.

As the sun slides down the sky
setting clouds aflame with brief

faraway planes write smudgy lines
in white smoke, dissolving
with the light.

Wrapped in fleece against the fresh
tug of the evening breeze and
bumps of gooseflesh,

we share a pair of earphones,
the cord looping gently between us
carrying tunes

across the years and down the line
that ties us. Bound together in a
moment sublime.

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