Mundesley
I stand on one of the groynes
as if posing for an album cover
behind me in the cold arcade coins
drop into penny falls it is December
and everyone is losing because whatever
they win is never something they want
they leave with hands smelling of copper
to the town the shops their teenage haunts
I watch a dog barreling after a ball
challenging the strict routines of the sea
from where I am standing I can hold it all
how the dog moves with the tide I can see
the way time passes the way things stay still
the unpredictable sand the drop of penny falls
Lewis Buxton is a poet, arts producer and educator. He works in schools, libraries and universities around the country. He lives between London and Norwich.