Salt

I lean on a pandanus
they kept as a souvenir

the boys 
drive cars
in wet sand.

Before kids,

before rendered blocks
and squared lilly pillys,
the beach

and the road

700 metres
of casuarina, pandanus,
acacia and swamp weed.   

Tonka truck labyrinth
thinned crowds
to just mates

and girlfriends.  Surf
A-frames, sit
around night fires

behind the dunes
out of sight. 

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Gabrielle Bryden
    Oct 07, 2011 @ 11:56:07

    So many uses for the beach – haha – love your poem, especially the ending
    ‘sit
    around night fires

    behind the dunes
    out of sight.’
    Those were the days!

    Reply

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