At a table by the shore
we watch the sea shimmering on pebbles.
A perfect balmy day.
A gaggle of jet skis race to the point.
I sip my café con leche,
dark and rich, frothed to the lip of the cup.
My wafer wrapper wafts away on a soft breeze.
A sparrow finds it, pecks at the paper
and consumes the crumbs.
No clouds to scud the skyline but
further down the beach
a lorry is loading with tables, chairs and a serving hut.
Men grapple with decking and chain it to a crane.
Next week it’s Mintt’s turn to be tucked up for winter
leaving melancholy sighs.
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