Thanks, Doug too. Important that I get that first view across clearly.
Max, you'll be happy that 'shooting' has bitten the dust. Doug, this
final version should make it clear where she has propped herself. A
full stop has re-emerged after line 11 too.
Bill
She sits skewiff,
one leg plonked
in the shallows,
the other splayed
sandwards.
Played-out waves
encircle her,
an island
of slump.
Beach strollers
diverge either side.
They can see she's
there for the duration.
Her firstborn splashes
in nearby shallows.
Loose top semi-soaked,
arms trawling wet
sand runnels, facing
sun full-on, she
radiates surrender.
bw
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