Unnecessary Protection.

It is nearly spring, a new year, and

There is new growth on the old trees that

Line the derelict parade.


A warm winter sun drops below

Gull grey storm clouds, casting

Painters light and promises.


A jumble of red brick and shell shot cement

Clutter the sand.

Slain lamp posts and wormed jarrah lie.

A sea defence against a tide

That will never now wrong.


The vulnerable have already succumbed

To their forgotten fates leaving

A midden, an unnecessary protection

For dwellings long abandoned and for

Care free seabirds