There, you could hire bicycles
and take in the circumference
of the shore, this can be done in hours;
let the raw wind feel your face until it
bites cold and you must find a pub.
When I was there, and the point is this
may not happen to you, the barman leapt
up to shut the shutters shut: a funeral
was passing. Beams of light
still stalked through unbidden.
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