Warm wood smell
of the sun-bleached floor
scratched by damp sand
under my purple flip-flops.
Milky coffee from a thermos flask.
The sea glimmered
beyond the beach.
My eyes shaded
by the brim
of an oversized sun-hat,
I paddled in the sea
but never learned to swim.
Previously published on Everyday Poets and Verse Wrights.
Meanwhile my poem Drift appears over on Crafty Green Poet - you can read it here.
