Gulls tossed by the wind, siphoning
air through feathered blades. Dogs
sniffing, challenging
the waves
Surfers at the railings eyeing their
chances of catching some waves. Girls
strolling by eyeing their chances of
being caught
Seal lazily nosing the air, flapping sand
over its rock body. Esplanaded steps
yielding to the tides, leaving the groins
standing resolute
As the afternoon heels into evening
cloud shadows wash
the road
For a moment the sun flickers, before
it's snuffed out by a confusion
of clouds
Autumn's paintbox seeps through the
sky as evening lurks
into nightfall
Between you and me I reckon
he's a bit of an alright young'un
He's up with the lark, on the ball
and to be honest, we'd be up
the creek without him
It's been on the tip of my tongue
to tell the other lad to get on his bike
as frankly, I'm fed up to my back
teeth with him. He's just not
up to scratch