Rip Tide
August 3, 2016 at 9:25 am (Poems, sociology, Stories) (Ireland, life, sea, The wrong beach, Tide)
The tide tipped and turned
Sweep-blow-draining all away.
One cafe remains.
One broken cup man
orders customary chips
and consults his stars.
His hopeful soul
hangs loose in the empty bay
waiting for a wave.
