Love Poetry For Couple

So we sat, and the waves crashed in like gifts, or insults, and the children played, digging trenches to defend against the sea, and then a head bobbed up and down in the waves, a bit too far out, and an arm waved, and again, and a friend walked the beach, waving the head in, and we sat and said to each other do you know that Stevie Smith poem, not waving but drowning � yes, and why is it still

I like the branch I find myself on a view over the garden all the way down to the beach the family below me gathered in the garden debating where I�ve gone. My father�s got a theory. I like the branch I find myself on. _____ You know how it is to give up the piss a week to the day before Christmas you know how it is to fall over sober safe in some spot, come to later

Our minds can turn anything romantic. Is the problem. The sewagy mud of the Fraser a quaint muslin & the spumes pulsing out of chimneys at the Lafarge cement plant look, at night, like two of Isadora Duncan�s scarves, pale, insouciant veils, harmless. The trees are all gone but then aren�t our hearts more similar to wastelands. We can make it kin, this pollution, children one is