Wedding Dresses at the Seafront, by Angela Readman

I am not a silent poet

Only sunshine allows you to consider some things.
A bright morning, and it’s possible not to look away.
People walk their dogs at the corniche, rollerblade past
vendors selling soda from silver carts, and you glance.
It feels safe enough, the sea is a thin blue line. Old ladies
settle on cement benches to soak in the sun, a slow release
of days. Wedding after wedding dress hang above their heads,
…………………………………………………………………………………strung
from wires. Boys cycle past and underskirts balloon, quiet
as children in doorways deciding whether to join
an impossible dance. The day seeps through chiffon
swelling like jellyfish washed ashore on a surge.
It could almost be beautiful, if you close your eyes, so much
white lace, all those women sitting on concrete looking up.

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