I used to be loved
Prettily plated
Everyone photographed me
So utterly (out)dated

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Those are the last
Poems
I feel happy with

I have run out of words
Nothing left
To give

First of April
Museum visit followed by cream tea
Glamping
Campervanning… and carvery!
Looking out to sea

Wheels are fun
Watch me run
After them

Barking
They are parking
Booooooooooooring

Food trucks, shipping containers, and stalls
Market day on the quay
A flash of colour and new wave sounds
Taking time to stop and pause
Snuggling up with a cup of tea
Surrounded by walkers and hounds

Dumbstruck by curt waiter
A near-perfect day, bar he
Walking from the cafe grounds
Reflecting on the exchange later
Confusion compounds