Mike Alfred
Rounding the bend, I see,
as does the station clock
and the grand Casa Labia,
Neptune’s herd pounding
towards Surfer’s Beach.
Their snow-white manes
are flashing ablaze, they’re
coursing, leaping the turquoise
field, roaring as they queue
to slow upon the land; just
once in a mighty lifetime,
once, in all eternity.
Featured at The Red Wheelbarrow on 5 April 2022
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