White Mini
drives right up to

the sea’s edge
stops:

just - short of it.

A wave laps
the front wheel

kindly
like a cat.

Beautiful woman
(all in white)

steps out of
the Mini

& out of
her mini.

My 14 yr. old
mind

stands
agasp!

She undresses
in a flash.

Plunges
urgently

into the sea’s
urgency.

Swims out
to meet the horizon.

Meanwhile
her white clothes

neatly folded
in a neat pile

elope
with the first

naughty wind
that comes along.

Her clothes
fly out to sea

chasing their mistress.

The beach
laughs.

Gaily coloured
balls bounce.

Sandcastles
fall to footprints.

Candyfloss is &
isn’t…in an instant.

Dad packs
everything
(including us)

into Uncle Michael’s
old blue van


& we leave
before she

returns.

For me she is
always

swimming out to sea
the horizon calling

her.


Her
clothes

flying after
her

like strange
white birds.

Her Mini now
submerged


below
the waves.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mini-mini/