a speckled egg
sunwarmed on one side,
seawater-cold on the other.
a deconstructed crab.
a spiral shell, its insides
an interrupted flower.
a white shell
with grooves like a record.
sea spit wobbling
defiant in wind.
a green seed, tongue
between lips.
running pensioners caught
by the tide.
a striped moth tasting my words
with its feet.
two blue jandals
pulled toewards by the sea.
Ohope Beach, pm
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