Death by Waiting

Summer was landlocked.   He was poor
and drew his pleasure from the street;
played tip-cat with his pals, made sure
they dodged the copper on his beat

and later scrumped some apples from
the Vicar’s garden.    After dark,
safe in his attic bedroom, some
boys’ magazines would strike the spark

of an imagined childhood; then
his mom and dad would grow quite rich
and take him to the sea! But when
manhood arrived and in the pitch

and toss of thrusting commerce he
did well, one of the wealthy set,
he went, at last, but found the sea
just formless, permanent and wet!