We picnicked along the sand,

It was coarse cold and wet

Beneath the sandpaper surface,

Much to the expectation

Of what late February procures,

And the scattered outcrops of surfers

Sat idly on their boards

Waiting for waves,

Continuing to endure the long season

Hoping Summer would soon

Come round again.

(Photo taken by me.)

© Eric Keegan 2020

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