Poem: Seaside Landscape

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Seashore Landscape 

A few intrepid souls trudge to the water,
like a seaside painting in a British museum,
braving the wind that insinuates itself
through the gaps in the buttons and pockets.

They stand a while, walk a bit, throw bread to the seagulls,
and then turn back, almost defeated by the cold,
except perhaps for that sliver of peace, a shell, a rock,
a reminder of the waves and sand

and that one moment of peace
brought home to stay.

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