• AMo

The bill

Busy waiters, back and forth

with orders

queue in silent squabble

on quartz folds, then

dispatch

on frantic wings

over froth and green

and bobbing assembly

of taxi rank idlers,

sharply dressed

and napkinned, 

each on call

for a shoal-sweep

of herring and sprats,

and come back

fast on the up-arc,

evading capture

from the sea-kitchen.

A brown bead in the smooth skull

regards

a world intruded - 

sea buffed barnacled caverns,

etches of pressure and heat -

and a dinosaur mind

propped on swimmer’s feet

measures us -

awkward customers.