Worthing Snapshot

By the look of Mum's cloche hat,
Dad's oiled hair, pack of Craven A,
sometime between the Great and Second.
There too, Gran perched on a groyne,
dressed as if for a funeral, spit
and handkerchief primed to wipe
the smile from the ice-creamed day.

Stephen Bone

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