Walking down the sands to investigate
what they might find, shells or stones, flotsam
pieces abandoned by tides, two figures
walking, slowly walking, beyond my sight.
One small, one smaller, a boy and his mum
in jeans and tops, an everyday disguise
that makes them look quite like everyone else
scattered about here between the sea
and the dunes.

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