Eight point two

Still better because
because it’s better than it was
and it was that bad.

‘.I cannot recall just when,
but mum did say it were after ten…’

remembering the bay today
the fairground rides,
ghost train, slides,
the goldfish that I never won.

Listening to the gulls
always seems to pull me there
where I can
smell the ozone in your hair,

but I expect these gulls have
never seen the sea
nor stolen any chips for tea

just me.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.