Kerry Hardie

Three Poems

Spain, September 2012
 
It is seven o’clock on a beach in Cantabria. The light is blueing, the tide is on the way in. Families pack to go home. Sunshades close like bright flowers. Children trot after trudging figures, burdened with bags and back-packs and armfuls of random possessions. Some encampments stay camped on the sands. The light is changing. Everyone looks sadder and more beautiful. I am reading a book about Germany in the late thirties.
 
 
 

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