i was sitting at the point on Langland bay watching the haiku flow in

 

i was sitting at the point on Langland bay watching the haiku flow in

that rock

it is moving

• a cormorant!

hot day

the key under the stone

is very cold

fat tattooed man

sprays a fat tattooed woman

with sun cream 

the sea and me

ten thousand haiku

write themselves 

hot day

sitting above the sea

writing haiku

the sea whispers

above the hubbub of the beach

blue sky

warm day

waiting above the sea

for a thought

and he was like

and i was like

young girls

slowly

from behind the headland

a sail boat 

in memoriam

a bouquet slowly fades

the tide turns 

the sea

too coy to tell

so deep 

promenade seat

conversations walking past

ships in the night

a fly

just buzzed in

to my haiku