The shore relaxes br as the setting summer sun br follows the tramp home br of barmy burnt beach lovers br with life’s clutter br in stripy bags. br br All is quiet now. br There are seagulls br who poke at mysteries, br and a lone pink plastic windmill br pines for her ‘cheap-day-return’ friend. br br Time br for the etch-a-sketch tide br to wipe names of sandy lovers br and criss-cross, flip-flop footsteps. br Then, br the final invasion br as an army of doomed sandcastles br await br crumbly destruction. br br All will be clean br for tomorrow.