THE SEA AT
It was worth coming just to see the sea.
Just to see the deep turquoise shining with silver
in early spring sunshine.
turquoise, orange, green, yellow, red, purple and blue
walls and shutters and folding doors of the hostel,
the surprise of patterned walls opposite our window in the morning.
infinite sadness of a missing yellow, to almost weep before
simple lines and splotches of colour, to wonder and laugh with
dolls arms and feet and hanging gloves all rendered in bronze.
that I am here, responding to
iconic trees, painted tiles, graffiti,
washing hung from balconies.
mobile phone while occasionally remembering to push his
young daughter on her stabilisered bicycle
up the wooden decking towards us,
with the sea on both sides and the sun overhead.
Just all of it.
Just
being in
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