Dominic Street, A Recipe

Dominic Street,  A Recipe.

To make a beach

where there is only worn out  grass

you need a lot of cider going around.

You need a cast of galloping three to nine year olds.

You need the male chest and the Chinese alphabet.

You need the sun.

You need the drone of various miniature engines.

You need two lads leaning on the railings

who can no longer speak

and have lost the fear of drowning.

Passing by in the haze

You need yourself

Still wet with the belief

that beyond the light splintering on broken glass

and beneath the busted footpaths

there are seabirds,

                                ocean,

                                          dolphins,

                                                          sand.