Two Poems: Second

I.

Return to the empty beach
Where the sea lost its breeze,
A lonely peculiar scene
Ravishing stones at my feet.


II.

The me inside me is not the me
        that I see
He is someone else smoking cigarettes
        by the tree,
A crooked elbow rests in
        alleyway cafés
Blowing smoke blooms into the summer
        drenched skyway.

• 16/03/18, Motueka