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Curious - Clever - Creative
thinker, writer, photographer
Cinque Terre
The trains they come, they go each hour
so the crowds can watch the sun ricocheting off the sea.
Anyone would fall silent to the juxtapositions
Cliffs razor sharp and buildings upright and vibrant
Five villages speaking the language of age
Fronted by the undulating cool sea of blue
And the birds cawing over dropped lunch
And tourists.
Easing on down to the marina
The tide is out, the boats are not, yet.
The rust and the fuel, the sails of coloured sheets.
A wise old cat emerges from the cafe
Looking for sun, looking for anchovies, looking for affection
But
No one is paying attention outside their indulgent world of selfies.
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