Shhhhhh!

Fat old man baking like a plucked and stuffed bird, basted and oven bound, Laid back and english in this mild sun.

The shingle "Shhhhhhhhh!" like a young and fresh librarian.

My blanket out of place, green tartan as it is, laid out and comfortable.

My book untouched, hyponotised by the waves as I am and why not These days pass in a blur so let me enjoy this haze as it dances on the water