Ralph Poetry

Brighton Mist

Bang that gong
J. Arthur Rank
The mist of Brighton
Is rolling across the pier
And we are here
Revving up the engine
On this beach with no sand
We kiss
You hold my hand
I love you
Parkas flying in the wind
Vespa shining in
The morning sun
Stevie's on the radio
You and me
In this England
We are free

© 1995, Ralph Alfonso

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