What am I doing on Fore Sand?
On this beach, why are there arrogant beatniks strumming loudly and out of tune?
I don’t think I like the look of that one.
Then in the concrete behind flows electricity or is it Internet.
In reality there are waterpipes and storage tanks and sewers most likely
behind the rusted iron mooring post.
Maybe underneath there is the dreadful drama of Gaza.
Then at the bottom of Bethesda Hill there seems to be a leaning Uncle.
Is he drunk or just a figure out of the Third Man?
Is my Mother back at home? Is she with my Daughter?
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