Nuclear
Clusters of humanity cackle past,
their cocoons of cheap beer and sunscreen.
Afternoon inertia.
The scorching red of a languid sun.
They take a stroll among the flying shades
animated by an intruding breeze,
and the cigarettes that meet
their violent end.
The waves beat a shuddering retreat.
And the crunching shells under the feet.
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Date: 17/06/2019
Copyright © Tamal Kundu | Year Posted 2019
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