the estuary

 ... by the  estuary

   the estuary today is very low

it's trickling through soft and muddy shelves .

Black headed gulls and one black hooded crow

are making footprints while they're turning over shells ,

   The heaps of seaweed glisten in the sun .

A rising bubble glints and then subsides .

Theres a supermarket trolley and the salty sweet perfume

of something decomposing slowly in the tides .

    The broken concrete ledge is getting warmer now

and all around the driftwoods lying , bleaching in the sun

and shells of crabs and random plastic things

that have gathered there , the last time that there was a flood

   A gull takes off and flies a bit and then it lands

Quite near the same place that it was before

Another one comes gliding in and whirls around and then takes off again

And then , above and passing by , a purple Flybe plane

   The wind is blowing softly from the sea .

 in the distance , the Black Mountain . In between

The yellow cranes and oil rigs being cleaned

And in front of them , the elder bushes laden down with creamy flowers

Some people want to fly away , but why ?

I really like it here - is this not bliss ?

Anita Greg 17/06/2019

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