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Square Root

The sweaty boy lay on the beach;

‘You stink’, his girlfriend said.

But when awaking later on,

They sensed a world expired,

Where everyone was dead.


There was the sea, of course;

But, in truth, there was no sea.

Just their memories of water.


They longed for yesterday’s comforts:

When the old priest cackled and quacked,

Two lovers quarrelled beneath the pines

And the mayor’s pet dog chewed at his ball.

But now the square root of nothing

Fluttered above the town hall.

Lovelost youth

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Stephen Gospage

Sun 24th Sep 2023 06:56

Thank you, John. Yes, it hadn't occured to me when I wrote it, but the theme is quite familiar. Nobody ended up well in that one, least of all Fred Astaire.

And my thanks to Nigel, Hugh, Holden, Ferris, Pete, Jed, K Lynn, Purplemoon, Hélène and Manish for liking this one.

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John Coopey

Thu 21st Sep 2023 21:08

Post apocalyptic vision, Stephen. I couldn't help recalling "On the Beach" film.

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