Three Poems

Southwold
'The Girl from Impanema' floats out
from the Sole Bay Inn as we take note
of the ash-grey granite
of the two-up two-down opposite.
It has a charcoal push bike
leant on the black velour of its door.
The grocer's swells with fruit;
the brewery sports its brands
with a tame veneer of gold.

The lighthouse pokes its tibia
into the sloe-blue night,
fathoming out the sea's soft rushes.
We hear the darker pebbles
with their hems of foam, faintly clacking
their blind buds together.
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