Little Blue Village

Oh little village by the sea,

you were a cove to behold

enfolding

all kinds of blue;

crab legs, sea shells, 

beach reeds, seaweed

silverfish and silver-ish surf, 

kicked up by fisherman hands, feet

and full sunsets to settle on 

your ocean heart.

Oh big, little village,

now you have a different hue

still holding

all kinds of blue;

plastic bags of shaded teal, water bottles with Nestle seals, 

Pepsi cans coloured cyan, 

green nylon spells tying turtle shells-

and a heart

wiped up, wiped out

by half sunsets

hung on a skyline

of almost blue.