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Wednesday, 11 February 2015

Smile

There has been a wild thrashing,
a water’s edge panic
and now this man,
with whom you have smiled and sung
and slept and eaten and swum,
lies unconscious, half-drowned
from grappling with the sea.

His life teeters on the edge of a decision,
his fading mind wandering
towards a clouded cliff
and you crouch there at his senseless side
pawing at the clammy body
in a passionate desperation
to claw him back from
the watery sucking in his lungs
to drag him back to this
gritty scene where sand
grinds between your hands and his
greying flesh.

But this is a holiday beach
and the moment
catches the attention of the Bugle photographer
who all afternoon has been
combing the beach for local colour.
She is already constructing a caption,
an alliterative appliqué,
as she raises her SLR beneath her sun-visor
and snaps the taut moment,
crystallising the image
within the expert beat of her eye.

And despite your anxiety,
your crass flailing to revive,
to re-engage the man with his breath,
you are conscious of this
sudden unexpected distraction.
You look up
as the shutter clicks,
and flash your applewhite teeth in a

dutiful smile.

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