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Late March - mid week
The tables empty and the afternoon drifts on.
It's not yet summer warmth buth the clear sky
And unexpected brightness of the sun
Lull me into thoughts of mid July.
Scattered tourists squat upon the beach
Or stroll in clusters by the burnt out pier,
While last year's language students teach
Newcomers how to drink our English beer.
Saga parties fill the Whiterock bar
Preferrint it to walking on the prom
Where they have heard of feral youths who scar
The seafront, picking fights and doing wrong.
As for me, I'll sit here with a pint
Of Harvey's as it drifts towards twilight.
Brian Hick Late March 2011
©copyright Sally Hick 29.3.23
