Descended to the shore, odd how we leftthe young girl with us to herself, and wentstraight to examine the stratified cliffs,forgot her entirely in our interest.
You marvelled at the shapes the clockwork seahad worn the stone, talking keenly, untilthe pace of this random sculpture recalledyour age to you, and then its anodynes.
And so you turned, pretending youth, courtingthe girl as if you were a boy again,leaving the wry cliffs to their erosionand me to my observant solitude.
