Morning Swim
Time sloshes back and forth.
A rubber flipper
once lost off the Normandy coast,
briefly surfaces.
Off the Bognor Regis coast
one sand-encrusted flip-flop floats by,
it escaped years ago.
There are krill
nibbling at my floating mind.
I may have to snorkel
further
before the sun comes up -
the jellyfish
are stealing my stuff again.
© a day ago
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