It is so bright
The shadows
Play like lace on the insides
Of my eyelids when I close them
The crickets are still singing
And the play area is full of small excited chatter
Sandy feet
Parents Wilting
In the hot shade
A Butterfly kite plays on the periphery
New friends are made and new worlds are built
Before sandwiches are scoffed
The air is touched with the sugar sweet
Scent of oak leaves crisping
Turning brown already
On the beach A gets talking with a family by the broken bones of the pill box
The grandmother paddles and tells
Her grandson that she can't swim.
As a child she would dip her feet in the river
But here
If she goes in he will have to come and fetch her.
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