At dawn, spies saw her stomping
along the promenade: eyes straight ahead;
hair shaped by drizzle to a skullcap of curls.
As the afternoon breeze ruffled the shoreline,
she danced in a shower of rain,
placed her toe in the pock-marked sea…
At dusk, a solitary dog ran back and forth
close to the water’s edge
trailing its lead in the sodden sand.
The fisherman snug in sou’wester and oilskin
never noticed the bundle of clothes
abandoned to the ebbing tide.
© Carole Alexander,2007