As the pageant wagon bearing The Nativity rattles away up the street, I watch its dust with absolutely no regrets…
OLD MAN SLEEPING ON MARLOES BEACH
A grounded boat picked clean
is his body. Beached, naked,
he breathes the tide.
Baked dry and hard
as a starfish, he scars
the white sand.
The sun walks home
across the sand
and out to sea.
A star pins light back
into the sky. A man
has become his shadow.
9:56:42 PM 
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