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Day trippers

Saturday’s tide sweeps in,
The sea, motionless.
Our rocks, annexed under rainbow stripes
And clashing primaries.

Aloft, sirens of gulls
Scattering
To anywhere

A hundred foreign voices too close for comfort
Drowning thoughts

Pax Vobiscum?
Not here

Day trippers!!




Silence…
As ferried hordes leave me
Alone with my pen,
untrammelled thoughts
My island
Hydra

So I guess you've been to Hydra then?