Summer ¦ Sardine ¦ Sawdust ¦ Sunbath
After a brief interlude The Dungeness Smokery is Firing on all fours.
The blue gloss dances is the sun
The poppies have popped out to play
and the grasses have arses are farces and sway
The pleasure was all mine
Opening the door to hang 16,
wafted smells of burnt oak and garlic.
If only I could bottle the aroma.
The oak whiffs, the smell of the sea
& the blossoming wild flowers for all to enjoy