Sunday, 21 June 2009

Sharing?

I run for crinkled chips

to share with my best mates.

Skipping down a yellow beach,

I kick at racing shadows

and whoops - chips grin back

from filthy sand

 

but a few gilded beauties

linger in the plastic tray.

 

A mardy-thought;

a quick fox-glance:

my mates are playing cricket.

Eat the clean ones quick!

 

Then time to share the awesome news:

of detritus.

 

8 comments:

  1. Food and sand. Very nice. :D

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  2. The gulls have already shared, I'm sure! Wonderful poem! Thanks for sharing!

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  3. Thanks. It is succinct and beautifully expressed.

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  4. hmm. now i want to know more about detritus.

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