Sandsend 27/9/22

Low tide:
like a fresh crime scene
on infinite repeat.

The sea recedes,
guilty,
from the mess it’s made;

slinks into the background,
with sudden innocence,
as if to say, “not me”.

Returning, hours later,
undiscovered and emboldened,
to finish off its unseemly deed,

all the time
sneaking glimpses behind,
ready to skulk away once more.

The Avenues

London Traffic