thinking about footsteps in the sand
where I never walk
only walk on the promenade
and watch the sea
actually the harbour
but the sea is out there
beyond The Heads
especially on those nights
sandpapery in the bed
lights from strange places
pinpoints reflected
in the mirror
disrupting sleep
my harbour walk at home
nothing like the sea
nowhere near The Heads
no sand
and on the coast
anywhere on the east coast
sunrise is something else
like a dream
the sandman might bring
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