So much advice coming your way
like wind-blown leaves. ‘Never
give up until you see indifference,’
one says; another, a woman
recently split from her husband
‘for no good reason’, tells you
‘few women ignore persistence,
so keep it up.’ So you do.
It was nice at the beach today,
a shag fishing in the small, curling
blue-green waves, light-filled water
lapping on the sandy shore
and warped wooden remains of an
old wharf, and you walked and talked
about inconsequential matters that
mattered and don’t ever go away.