TIDES

There's no roof on my house.

There's no blinking hot water.

The dining-room got soaked.

What are we doing living there?

I'll tell you where we'd like to live,

by the sea, waves getting bigger

going calm when the tide comes in.

The tips of the waves reflect the sun.

The sand is very soft and fine.

Browny bricks, wide windows

tables and benches, hanging baskets.

I'm in the conservatory, looking out.

My frustrations fade a little,

I'm now more at ease,

watching the sea.

Lee

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