At Longniddry Bents,
the teeth of the sea gnawing
the horizon’s blues.
Seven days on from dad’s death,
I walk this unfamiliar shoreline
unsure how I should feel,
and frayed
at the meniscus of making-do.

i.m. James Lavelle, 1934-2022
Longniddry, East Lothian, 19 September 2022