Terraced waves stood tall and proud,
balconies upon sturdy stalls
Fall loud on broad-shouldered men -
a good place for them
Leaner models, thin boards tucked under long arms,
keen-eyed for a free ride
Frilled hem of the sea's skirt
flings itself proprietorially at my feet
Madam! says she, the salty sea:
pick up your toes or I'll pick up thee!
Coffee cream whipped tips flip in the wild wind
sing: You should have seen the sea today
Good to see your sea poem made it to the screen – worth the wait – ‘pick up your toes or I'll pick up thee!’ Yeah!
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