Waiting for the webcam to refresh while
the world and his wife walks upon
the water, my belly full of fish
and fingers frozen, an easter mission
200 miles from home, wrapped
couples hugging and dogdads fussing
After 30 circles and jabs of refreshment
there be proof - that’s me in the picture,
that blurry blue-black ghost by the rail
the homesick cur stray from the cave
can claim he was here, one more
smiley face for the record
as your hidden histories won’t recall
But the reward centre thwarted by that
awkward lurk and the interminable hover for
the all seeing eye to quarter yawn requires
an extended term of queasy peninsular roll
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