Ups and downs, the coast
We knew spiders lay in wait as we pulled at the sheets of plastic,
bowing our heads under the oil stained decking and a sky of smashed sea shells
But they stayed hidden, rather than having a nip at the fingers rooting around in her old things
Perhaps they thought we’d get enough stings from her ghosts from the past…
Her squeals of delight would have been enough to scuttle them to their holes anyway
Resounding peals to placate poisons, that loosened mysteries wrapped in riddles, bound by enigmas
We brought a smaller lorry than first planned and fit it in like fish in a tin
Thinking, “if this can just hold together then so might we,” as we drove the winding ocean road
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