There are moments
of a flash of remembrance
like the walks
with him
to the sea
he sits on the rock, routine
we make a house
the long rock is the dining room,
the waves break too close
and the rock pool is the kitchen
very slowly, scared of tripping
leaning into the water
too pick a shell
for his supper
and he stares at the horizon
eating the supper
at the rock house
before returning home
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