Sandymount, Dublin

Sandymount Strand

23rd April 2017

In the shadow of modern incineration and noctalgic stripes of white and red,

sad sands are naked, their salty cloak kept at bay.

Life is on two legs and four, coming and going on black rubber wheels.

Nike souls leave their stamps, as Goretex steps impress the downtrodden strand.

Ciaran Burke

 

 

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