Lewis Buxton




I stand on one of the groynes
as if posing for an album cover
behind me in the cold arcade   coins
drop into penny falls     it is December

and everyone is losing because      whatever
they win is never something they want
they leave with hands smelling of copper
to the town      the shops    their teenage haunts

I watch a dog barreling after a ball
challenging the strict routines of the sea
from where I am standing      I can hold it all
how the dog moves with the tide       I can see

the way time passes       the way things stay still
the unpredictable sand    the drop of penny falls




Lewis Buxton is a poet, arts producer and educator. He works in schools, libraries and universities around the country. He lives between London and Norwich.


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