Sand Underneath My Feet – Written August 2023 (Aged 48)

Sand Underneath My Feet

back here,
with sand underneath my feet
and that seaside smell,
strong upon my feelings
going back,
to days when we swam in the sea
to that time,
when they held onto me
back here,
watching the staff open up
the accents,
have a welcoming crunch
the sun is up,
but it’s too early for a seaside brunch

back here,
but I do not want to stay
because,
me and this city do not really talk
after all,
what is there to say
i left this place
and never really looked back
some self imposed feelings
cannot lay down fruitful tracks
but accents are strong in the wind
and everyone I see –
feels like they need a very good friend
and I am here,
once more in southend

James Garratt – August 2023

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