He watches the women
Pick their way along the beach
Sure-footed on the rocks
Gorgeous like sunrise
And he is happy
At last he is happy
This was made for them
He made it for them
His special shoreline gallery
Rocks, lovingly arranged

And they will love it
They will love it like love
Love it like red wine
And dark bitter chocolate
Tomorrow they will come back
Will make photographs
Cool colours on crisp clean paper
They will keep them, send them,
Frame them, wonder about them
And the shoreline

Will have been his for this one day

Fiona Rintoul

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