My photo. You had to be there.
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They were popping their heads over the stones
Around the small uneven carpark off Church Street
In Falmouth; the tide was so high the waves
Were coming over the wall onto the asphalt,
Little white mice running up the painted lines
And running back in a curved flat little wave,
Scampering up from the sea,
Arguing over tiny stones and seeds,
Running back over each others’ backs
And into the sea again and then, as
Another wave made itself
From the grey-green restless glass,
And rushed further up the carpark...
Here come the white mice running ahead,
A miniature horde,
A tiny invasion.
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