Rip 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.


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Julia Dean-Richards

Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.

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