Red Buoy

The seagulls hoverThe waves turn silentThere’s stillness in the airAnticipationPalpitationBuilding everywhere Dogs aren’t barkingKids have stopped cryingThe fast before the feastFrom over the horizonEverybody’s eyes-are-onA quite magnificent beast Pounding ‘long the beachRed buoy as his armourThe crowds stand back in aweThe music getting louderThe sand kicks up like powderWho is he? What’s he for? SpeedingContinue reading “Red Buoy”