Three

Birds circle the old pier. Flocking like streamers
Ribbons and threads thrown to the wind
Up. Down
Around the silhouetted frames shapes morphing effortlessly 
from circle to teardrop and back to ribbon. 

We stopped on the way back from the park.
“What?”
you asked.
“Look at the birds” I said, “can you see?”

“Oh” 

We stood for maybe 10 minutes. No one noticed
On the way home you wanted to push.

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I saw them again today
In the half-light at dusk
Looping and swirling around the burnt out timbers
As the day faded away
 We walked to the railings above the beach
 Colours striped up from the heavy blue sea
Blunt against a bright horizon
The light fighting
And blurring through a wall of cloud
Grey, navy, black and dark
Stretching back overland and towards home. 

My heart stopped at the beauty of it. 

“I want to go on the beach”, you said. 

And the blue of your eyes fills me with wonder
For the whole world is held there within.