“Hastings Beach 1974” by Will Vigar

A Swift Exit

db-record-storm (1)Ignoring the arguments and the cigarette fug,

I rub the condensation from the window.

It won’t be long before white noise stops

its sibilant assault on roof and windscreen.

*

Rolling down the window, just a crack,

to breathe in fresh salt air with a sad veneer

of vinegar sharpness, wet chips and boiled whelks.

The weather-thwarted seaside treat plays out

*

as it always has.

*

I drown the sibling tantrums out; slot machines

are not that important. I’m content enough

to sip Heinz Tomato Soup from the plastic

top of a well worn Thermos flask and lose myself

*

in the relentless beauty

of raging, murderous waves.

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