Hugged by woodland on one side
at the end of the day
the purple coastal road
lies peacefully
matelassée clouds delicately touching
the frayed horizon
School dining hall in
negative exposure, hushed
trees trapped in amber
shadows counting down from ten
rows of bated breath, a man-scatter
suffused with warm light
cold high ceiling, the glint of a steel fork
resin and salt mixing
a drop of blood echoing in the stone vault
a wet slap as the sun hits the sea
