there is earth moving equipment on the beach
out of character on the packed golden granules
leaving the deep furrows of yellow tray truck
and matching front end loader with scoop
the noise is pure diesel grumbling power
to take accumulated sand from the far end
a kilometer away where it stockpiles each year
and deliver it to the place where we stand
adding an annual nourishment and contouring
a wind has risen to further spoil the evening
there is a cold air that does not suit the sunshine
washing over us a brightly coloured chill
but the time is coming perhaps only days away
it will be warm it will be hot
then we too will perform an annual nourishment
we will reclaim the waters on the sand at Mentone
this will once again be ours
© Frank Prem, 2001
Perfectly pictured.
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Thanks R. My poetic photo album.
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Wonderful poem… you feel as if you are there.
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Thank you Sumyanna. I considered these earlier poems to be my equivalent to a photo album, so I’m pleased you get a sense of presence from them.
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So glad to have gotten the chance to read 🙂
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Thank you.
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